The inner room was more brightly lit than the other. Down the center, in front of a row of empty booths, was a long table. Three men sat at one end of it, with teacups and a bowl of lichee nuts between them. They looked up as Cudyk and Harkway came in.
"Gentlemen," said Cudyk, "may I present Mr. Harkway, who is here on a mission from the Minority People's League? Mr. Burgess, Father Exarkos, Mr. Ferguson."
The three shook hands with Harkway, Father Exarkos smiling pleasantly, the other two with more guarded expressions. The priest was in his fifties, grey-haired, hollow-templed, with high orbital ridges2 and a square, mobile mouth. He said, in English oddly accented by a mixture of French and Greek, "Please sit down, both of you ... I understand that your first evening here has been not too pleasant, Mr. Harkway. I hope the rest of your stay will be more so."
Burgess snorted, not quite loudly enough to be deliberately3 rude. His face had a pleasant, even a handsome cast except for the expression of petulance4 he was now wearing. He was a few years younger than the priest: a big-boned, big-featured man whose slightly curved back and hollowed cheeks showed that he had lost bulk since his prime.
Ferguson's pale face was expressive5 but completely controlled. The gambler's eyes were narrow and unreadable, the lips and the long muscles of the jaw6 showing nothing more than surface emotion. He asked politely, "Planning to stay long, Mr. Harkway?"
"That all depends, Mr. Ferguson, on—to be blunt, on what sort of a reception I get. I won't try to conceal7 from you the fact that my role here is that of a political propagandist. I want to convince as many people as I can that the Minority People's movement is the best hope of the human race. If I can find that there's some chance of succeeding, I'll stay as long as necessary. If not—"
"I'm afraid we won't be seeing much of you, in that case, Mr. Harkway," said Burgess. His tone was scrupulously8 correct, but his nostrils9 were quivering with repressed indignation.
"What makes you say that, Mr. Burgess?" Harkway asked, turning his intent, serious gaze on the older man.
"Your program, as I understand it," said Burgess, "aims at putting humanity on an equal basis with various assorted10 races of lizards11, beetles12 and other vermin. I don't think you will find much sympathy for that program here, sir."
"I'm glad to say that, through no fault of your own, you're mistaken," said Harkway, smiling slightly. "I think you're referring to the program of the right wing of the League, which was dominant13 for the last several years. It's true that for that period, the M.P.L.'s line was to work for the gradual integration14 of human beings—and other repressed races—into the society of the planets on which they live. But that's all done with now. The left wing, to which I belong, has won a decisive victory at the League elections.
"Our program," Harkway continued earnestly, "rejects the doctrine15 of assimilation as a biological and cultural absurdity16. What we propose to do, and with sufficient help will do, is to return humanity to its homeland—to reconstitute Earth as an autonomous17, civilized18 member of the galactic entity19. We realize, of course, that this is a gigantic undertaking20, and that much aid will be required from the other races of the galaxy21.... Were you about to say something, Mr. Burgess?"
Burgess said bitterly, "What you mean, in plain words, Mr. Harkway, is that you think we all ought to go home—dissolve Earth's galactic empire—give it all back to the natives. I don't think you'll find much support for that, either."
Harkway bit his lip, and cast a glance at Cudyk that seemed to say, You warned me, but I forgot. He turned to Ferguson, who was smiling around his cigar as blandly22 as if nothing out of the way had been said. "What is your view, Mr. Ferguson?"
Ferguson waved his cigar amiably23. "You'll have to count me out, Mr. Harkway. I'm doing okay as things are—I have no reason to want any changes."
Harkway turned to the little priest. "And you, Father Exarkos?"
The Greek shrugged24 and smiled. "I wish you all the luck in the universe, sincerely," he said. "But I am afraid I believe that no material methods can rescue man from his dilemma25."
"If I've given any offense," said Burgess suddenly, "I can leave."
Harkway stared at him for a moment, gears almost visibly slipping in his head. Then he said, "Of course not, Mr. Burgess, please don't think that for a moment. I respect your views—"
Burgess looked around him with a wounded expression. "I know," he said with difficulty, "that I am in a minority—here—"
Father Exarkos put a hand on his arm and murmured something. Harkway leaned forward impulsively26 across the table and said, "Mr. Burgess, I've traveled a long way in the hope of discussing these problems with men of intelligence and standing27 in their community, like yourself. I hope you'll stay and give me the benefit of your experience. I shall be very much the loser if you don't."
Burgess was visibly struggling with his emotions. He stood up and said, "No—no—not tonight. I'm upset. Please excuse me." Head bowed, he walked out of the room.
There was a short silence. "Did I do the wrong thing?" asked Harkway.
"No, no," said Father Exarkos. "It was not your fault—there was nothing you could do. You must excuse him. He is a good man, but he has suffered too much. Since his wife died—of a disease contracted during one of the Famines, you understand—he has not been himself."
Harkway nodded, looking both older and more human than he had a moment before. "If we can only turn back the clock," he said. "Put Humpty Dumpty together again, as you expressed it, Mr. Cudyk." He smiled apologetically at them. "I won't harangue28 you any more tonight—I'll save that for the meeting tomorrow. But I hope that some of you will come to see it my way."
"Yes. There's some difficulty about space—Mayor Seu tells me that the town hall is already booked for the next three days—but I'm confident that I can find some suitable place. If necessary, I'll make it an open-air meeting."
Rack, thought Cudyk. Rack usually stays in town for only two or three days at a time. Seu is trying to keep Harkway under cover until he leaves. It won't work.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark shape in the doorway30, and his first thought was that Burgess had come back. But it was not Burgess. It was a squat31, bandy-legged man with huge shoulders and arms, wearing a leather jacket and a limp military cap. Cudyk sat perfectly32 still, warning Exarkos with his eyes.
The squat man walked casually33 up the table, nodding almost imperceptibly to Ferguson. He ignored the others, except the M.P.L. man. "Your name Harkway?" he asked. He pronounced it with the flat Boston "a": "Haakway".
"That's right," said Harkway.
"Got a message for you," said the squat man. "From Captain Lawrence Rack, United Uth Space Navy."
"The Earth Space Navy was dissolved twenty years ago," said Harkway.
The squat man sighed. "You wanna heah the message or don't you?" he asked.
"Go ahead," said Harkway. His nostrils were pale, and a muscle stood out at the side of his jaw.
"Heah it is. You're plannin' to hold a meetin' of the vehmin lovehs society, right?"
As Harkway began to reply, the squat man leaned across the table and backhanded him across the mouth, knocking him sideways out of his chair.
"Don't," said the squat man. He turned and strolled out.
Cudyk and Ferguson helped Harkway up. The man's eyes were staring wildly out of his pale face, and a thin trickle34 of blood was running from a pulped35 lip. "Who was that man?" he asked in a whisper.
"His name is Monk," said Cudyk. "At least that is the only name he has been known to answer to. He is one of Rack's lieutenants—Rack, as you probably know, is the leader of the activists36 in this sector37. Mr. Harkway, I'm sorry this happened. But I advise you to wait for a week or so before you hold your meeting. There is no question of courage involved. It would be suicide."
Harkway looked at him blindly. "The meeting will be held as planned," he said, and walked out, stiff-legged.
Ferguson shook his head, laughed, and shook his head again. Cudyk exchanged a hopeless glance with Father Exarkos, and then followed Harkway out of the room.
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