Pity we don't have good enough lighting for night games, he thought. Or that pillars-of-ice effect that kraut Speer got with searchlights. Cool.
The new freedmen were laughing now-some still weeping as well-and waving as they were led around the circuit of the sands by a brass band and drum majorettes tossing flaming batons; that had been Alice's idea and surprisingly popular. Alice was sitting on his right hand in a big silk lounger, occasionally giving the silver chain in her hand a bit of a jerk; it was attached to the choke-collar around the neck of one of her latest toys.
That one won't last long, Walker thought, looking at the circles beneath the staring eyes where she knelt on the marble tiles at Hong's feet. Pity. Pretty little thing. Soft, though. The harder ones sometimes came through the Hong Re-education Process alive.
Although they were always… changed.
She had half a dozen of her friends there, too. Wives and daughters of various Mycenaean bigwigs, mostly-members and prospective members of that cult thing she'd been working on for years, the Sisterhood of Hekate. It stroked her various twitches, and it was useful as well. Some of the Achaean noblewomen were wearing the new fashions that Alice and the women of Walker's retainers had spread- a knee-length tunic, sash belt, loose trousers, and gold-stamped san-dais, in various combinations of color and cut, embroidery and jeweled additions.
"I don't know why you make such a big thing of these manumissions," the doctor said sulkily.
"Hey, do I object to your human sacrifices?" Walker said, chuckling. He considered a date stuffed with minced nuts and took a handful of popcorn instead, making a mental note not to forget his sparring practice later that day.
Aloud he went on, "Alice, Alice-you really don't understand personnel management all that well. Why do you think we go in for all this slavery to begin with?"
"Ah… because it's fun?" she said.
"That's your hang-up. Me, I just want to get the work done the way I want it done, as cheap and fast as possible. If I could, I'd hire 'em- less trouble if they find their own rations and flophouses. Thing is, there's no proletariat here. Damned few people here work day to day for wages, and those mostly only for the harvest or something like that."
"The telestai squeeze the peasants fairly hard," Alice objected.
"Yeah, but the barons don't employ them. The peasants manage their own land and hand over a share of what they grow. The artisans were all contractors, except for the slave women working the looms. There just isn't a hired labor force available. The only way to get big groups of people doing unfamiliar things under supervision in this setup is slavery-only way to get them working regularly to clock-time, too; they just purely hate that. Not that I've got anything against slavery, but mainly it's a management tool. But you've got to have a carrot as well as the stick. Manumission's a safety valve."
"I don't understand it; you're the one who enslaved them in the first place, Will. You knock someone down, then give them a hand up, and they're grateful!"
"Mostly they are. Hell, if you wait for human beings to be rational, babe, it'll be a long, dull month of Sundays. These guys are useful."
Walker looked over to where Althea and Harold were sitting with their minders. God, they grow fast, he thought. There were a few more coming up behind them, too-for that matter, Ekhnonpa was pregnant again; he still slept with her occasionally, for old time's sake.
"Remember this," he said to them. "It's part of the art of ruling, knowing when to use rewards and when to use punishments. It's not how much you give, but how much it is in relation to what the man had before. If he's a slave with nothing, a little can get you a lot."
The boy and girl both nodded solemnly; they knew his teaching tone. Then excitement broke through again and they bounced on the cushions, forgetting the bowls of ice cream in their hands and endangering the upholstery.
"What's next, Father?" Althea asked.
"Hmmmm-Alice, you handle the programming; what is next?"
"Well, it's on the printed schedule, Will-honestly, sometimes I don't think you appreciate my work at all."
Oh, but I do, babe. Particularly the medical school, and the library project-getting everything she knew down in print, with multiple copies. And training assistant healers, not up to full doctor status but able to do extension work in teaching things like sanitation-she'd gotten that idea from the Chinese Communists, of all people. Without you, I'd have goddam epidemics gumming up the program all over the place.
The cheering in the stands had settled down to a steady hum as the freedmen were led out through a gate of wrought iron; criers were going up and down the stairways chanting their offers of cold watered wine, sausages in buns, popcorn, and candied fruit and pastries. Walker inhaled with a nostalgic pang; it wasn't quite the scent of a high school game, but it wasn't entirely unlike it, either.
"Let's see, kids," he said, unfolding the sheet lying on the table beside his glass.
Nice crisp printing, and they're getting the engravings better, he noted.
That was Selznick's department. He glanced over; the man was in a lower box two places over in the nobles' section, with one of his concubines wiping grease off his double chin and another holding a tray of souvlaki next to this thick, ring-bedecked fingers. Walker felt the detached contempt he always did for a man who couldn't control his appetites. The information minister's vices didn't interfere with his job, much, so they were tolerable, and they did make him easier to control.
None of his original American retainers were stupid enough to think they could get along without him, and one thing he'd insisted on from the first was that they trained plenty of understudies. He was increasingly able to get along without them, and they knew it.
"Footraces first," he said to his son and daughter. "Then long jump and javelin. Then the ironworks boxing champion versus the road haulers' man, for a prize of three hundred dollars to the winner."
"That ought to be good, Father," Harold said eagerly. "That's even better than a soccer game."
Walker nodded; none of that nonsense with gloves or Queensbury rules here, it was bare knuckles and last-man-standing.
"Then it's three women with spears against a tiger," he concluded. His eyebrows went up, and Althea squealed with excitement.
"A tiger?" the blond girl said. "Oooooh!" She lifted a bored-looking Egyptian cat from its basket beside her and kissed its nose. "Wouldn't you like to be a tiger, Fluffy Fury?"
Walker looked over at Hong. "Maybe I don't appreciate you enough, querida mia-where did you get a tiger, of all things?"
Lions were available in Greece; you found them all over the Balkans in this era, though they weren't common. Bears, too. Tigers, though…
"Colchis," Alice said smugly. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so I got the captain of the Shark to pass the word there when you sent him around the Black Sea on the show-the-flag cruise, and then I kept it out at my country place. It's big, and it's mean. The women are all recaptured runaways, lots of spirit. They look very fetching too, all buff and fierce." She smiled and patted the head of her toy. "I trained them and designed the costumes myself."
"That will be interesting," he said.