"It must be broken up, of course," Aeneas had said. "It's exactly what's wrong with the world-irresponsible power like that. Economic imperialism."
"I'm not so sure," Greg Tolland had said. "Think of what we can do with a fortune like that. What the People's Alliance can do. Aeneas is right, it's too much power; but we shouldn't be too hasty in deciding."
"I won't be," Laurie Jo said. They looked at her in surprise. "I don't understand what power like this means; but before I use it, I will."
That was the beginning. Greg Tolland saw her fortune as the ladder to short-cut the long road to the White House. Aeneas saw it as the kind of power no person should have. Laurie Jo Preston had no opinions. She'd always agreed with Aeneas. But Laurie Jo Han- sen was otherwise.
"Greg only despises power he can't control," she said later. "He'll let me keep mine to use for him. No. I won't break up Hansen Enterprises, and I won't help Greg Tolland gather all power into government."
"Where it will be used for the people!" Aeneas protested.
"Where it will be used. How is not as obvious as that it would exist."
"What do you mean?"
"You want to build something so powerful that nothing can oppose it and hand it over to Greg Tolland. Aeneas, I've always thought you could do that. I've never laughed at your abilities. And I've been terrified every day that you'd succeed."
"You've helped me!"
"Yes. I love you. And I've told myself that by staying with you, I'd have some control over what you two will do when you've won. Now I've got something more substantial."
"You'll fight Greg?"
"No. Unless he deserves it. But I won't help him, either."
And then had come the terrible words. That she saw things differently now that she was rich. That she'd got hers, and to hell with their dreams…
The plane banked sharply, bringing him from his reverie. "You chose Greg Tolland," she said. "I couldn't."
He shook his head. "I chose – what? My country? I always thought so." And how must the true knights have felt when their crusade succeeded, and they saw the actuality, not the dreams? Was it true that some went to the Saracens because they had no place else to go?
When the plane landed near Cabo San Lucas, Miguel drove them to the Hansen hacienda. He seemed to go everywhere with Laurie Jo. Inside she said, "Miguel is nearly the only man I trust. He guards me well."
"Con mi vida, Dona Laura."
"You will protect this man the same way."
" Si, Dona Laura."
She left, and they stood in the low-ceilinged library, Aeneas and Miguel, and Aeneas looked at him for the first time. He seemed vaguely familiar, but he looked like any Baja rancher with an ageless, lined face that could be forty or sixty.
"Welcome, Don Aeneas," Miguel said.
Aeneas frowned. "I ask for no titles."
"Those who do do not often deserve them. It would be enough that Dona Laura says you are a good man; but I have reason to know. You do not remember me, Don Aeneas."
"No."
"It was here. Within a kilometer. You gave me a shotgun."
"Oh – the vaquero. You helped us with the Jeep."
" Si. You never returned. There was no reason why you should. But Dona Laura came here the year after you left, and I have been with her ever since."
"And why the titles?"
Miguel shrugged. "I prefer to serve those I believe may deserve them. I have no education, Don Aeneas. I am not a man who benefits from schools. But my sons will never row boats for drunken Americans."
"I see."
"I hope you see. My sons tell me I am a peasant, and they are right. They will not be peasants, and I am happy for them. I hope they will be as happy in their work as I am."
"I of all people should understand, Miguel." Aeneas found the bar and poured a tall drink for himself. Miguel accepted beer. They drank deeply. "She does many things she cannot be proud of?" Aeneas asked,
Miguel spread his hands. "You must ask her."
"I have."
Another shrug. "Some men take pride in acts that make others die of shame. Power like hers must not be judged by men like me."
"But it must be!" Aeneas shouted.
Miguel shrugged and said nothing.
The weeks passed. Aeneas learned that Hansen Enterprises reached places even he'd never suspected. Mines, factories, shipping-everywhere she was entangled with other international firms in enterprises so scattered that no one could ever understand them all. Most were operated by managers, and she saw only summaries of results; and even those took time she barely had.
"You'll kill yourself," Aeneas said.
"I don't work any harder than you did."
"No." But I worked for-for what? The memory of those years was slipping away from him. He recalled the fanatical young man he'd been, but he saw him almost as a stranger. I have no duties, he told himself. I can relax. But he could not. He buried himself in her reports.
"Why do you do it?" he asked another time. "Bribes to keep your mines open. Your agents block labor legislation, or bribe officials not to enforce the laws…"
"Do you think they are good laws? Do you like this fine net of regulations that is settling over the earth?"
He had no answer to that. "Why do you do it?" he asked again. "You'll never need money. You couldn't spend what you have if you devoted your life to it."
" Heimdall absorbs everything…"
"It makes money too!"
"Does it?" she asked. "Barely. Aeneas, even I couldn't have built the power plants. I don't own them, I'm only part of a syndicate. Without the power plants we can't launch, and it takes nearly everything I make to keep up the interest payments on those power installations."
He looked closer at the reports, then, and saw that it was true. Between the power plants and the laser launchers there was so much capital investment that it wouldn't be paid off for fifty years. There were other places the syndicate could have invested its money, operations with a far higher immediate profit; and Laurie Jo had to make up the difference. If she ever failed, she'd lose control.
"Now do you see?" she asked. "In the long run, Heimdall has a greater potential than any investment ever made; but it took so much capital-"
"You're at the thin edge," Aeneas said wonderingly. "It wouldn't take much and you'd lose all this."
"Yes. I'd be a very rich lady; but I wouldn't be Laurie Jo Hansen any longer. I wouldn't have the power."
Without the power of Hansen Enterprises-what? '' Heimdall would still exist. It's already profitable. It would ruin your partners to shut it down."
"Certainly. Or they can sell it. Who would you like to see have it, Aeneas? A hundred nations would like to own my bridge to the stars. The United States perhaps? The Equity Trust? Another company? It would be damn easy to get out from under all this and enjoy myself again!" She had become shrill; but whether because of regret at what she'd paid to hold this empire, or terror at the thought of losing it, Aeneas didn't know. He thought it was both.
"There's more," she said. "You've seen the books."
"Yes. You're investing in expansions of Heimdall. Sending up mass instead of taking out profits."
She smiled. He hadn't spent long examining her accounts; but he hadn't disappointed her. "Have you wondered why I built the launching station in Baja?" she asked. "It wasn't just sentiment, or politics. We're on a Tropic-and that makes it easier to launch into an ecliptic orbit. Heimdall was the god who guarded the bridge to the stars, but my Heimdall will build one!"