'Friend, said Decker, 'you are going about this wrong. It would be only common courtesy to give us some straight answers.
— They have not as yet finished the reconstruction of the two of you, said Whisperer. If they had, there would be no questions asked of you. The answers could be gotten from the recreated humans. It seems, however, that this one is in something of a hurry. He does not want to wait for answers.
'I can tell you honestly enough, Tennyson told Decker, 'that I have been giving answers as straight as you will get. If your friend wishes to know where our home planet lies, tell him to seek it out by other means, for I am not about to tell him. If he wishes to know how we got here or why we came, then he can learn it later from our recreations, but from us he will not get it. Or he might try talking with the cubes. Maybe they will tell him.
'You are deliberately making it difficult for me, said Decker. 'You know very well we cannot converse with the cubes.
'What is this all about? grated Smoky. 'Tell me, Decker, what is going on.
'Just a matter of semantics, Decker told him. 'Give me a little time and I'll get it all worked out.
Plop, went Plopper, plop, plop, plop.
'I do not like this, said Haystack. 'Dammit, Decker, there is something going on. Tell us what it is.
'Be quiet, said Decker. 'Keep your fat mouth shut.
'I've told him and I've told him, wailed Haystack, 'and he pays me no attention. Decker, you and I are reasonable beings. Let's give ourselves a little time to work it out. Let's drop the matter for the moment; we can pick up later on.
'I will not drop it for the moment, yelled Smoky. 'I want the answers now. There are ways that we can get them.
— I cannot catch the thoughts complete, said Whisperer, but I would judge it is getting slightly sticky.
— Let it get sticky, then, said Tennyson.
— I could jerk you out of here.
— Not quite yet, said Tennyson. Let us see what happens.
Plopper had positioned himself directly in front of Smoky and was jumping now in place, straight up and down, going very fast.
Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop…
— We still have no proof, said Jill. If we go now, there'll be no proof. We must get some proof.
'I'll tell you man to man, human to human, Tennyson said to Decker, 'something that you can understand. Being human, you can understand it; no alien could. We made a bet, you see. We bet that we could come here and bring back proof that we had been here. Give us that proof- proof that no one could question — and let us go. Should you do that, we'll return — on our honor we'll return and answer all your questions.
'You're mad! yelled Decker. 'To expect me to believe that kind of story. You cannot bargain — ,
'Decker! screamed Smoky. 'Fill me in. I command you tell me.
'They refuse to answer questions now, said Decker. 'They have proposed a bargain.
'Bargain! They would not bargain with me?
'Why should we not bargain? piped Haystack. 'As creatures of reason —
'I will not stand for this! raged Smoky. 'I will not be defied by supercilious barbarians.
'It would be better if you accepted some defiance, counseled Decker. 'I know humans because I am a human, and I stand here to tell you that you cannot shout them down and furthermore…
Plopper plopping now became so rapid and so loud that it was almost continuous, drowning out what Decker was saying. He was bouncing up and down, straight up into the air and down, maintaining his position in front of Smoky, and now Smoky was beginning to bounce too, not as high or as energetically as Plopper, but jiggling up and down at a fairly rapid rate.
— I think, said Whisperer, that it may be time for us to go.
— We have to have some proof, said Tennyson. We can't go back with nothing.
— You'll get no proof from these maniacs. Any minute now they'll explode right in our face.
'Smoky! yelled Decker, trying to raise his voice so it could be heard above the racket. 'Smoky, you are out of line. You are —
'Anathema! screamed Smoky. 'Anathema! I call down anathema!
— Now, said Whisperer, and Tennyson tried to cry out a protest, but there was no time to protest.
But before the scene cut out before him, he caught a glimpse of Plopper exploding in his face — a flare of light and fire that was not fire, but cold.
Sixty
The rumor that something was happening quickly spread in Vatican. There was something happening or about to happen. Cardinal Theodosius and an Old One were out at the foot of the basilica staircase, waiting for something that they must know was about to happen. And did you hear the latest.- Jill and Tennyson are in Heaven and now they're coming back? Just like Mary went to Heaven and came back. They'll be bringing good word. They'll bring word that it is really Heaven. They'll tell us that Mary was right in what she told us.
Or at least that was what some of them said. Others had a different version. You're wrong, they told the believers. To believe that Heaven is a place you could go to in the flesh is at variance with the tenets of Vatican. Heaven is a mystery; it is not of this world, but of some other and some better plane. There were still others who also disputed what the first group said on the grounds that Jill and Tennyson were creatures of Theodosius and other cardinals who did not believe in the finding of Heaven, or who would not allow themselves to so believe, for if it was determined that the place Mary found was Heaven, then they must abandon their search for knowledge, since Heaven would wipe out any need of knowledge; if Heaven was found, then there would be no need of knowledge, since faith would be all one needed.
John, the gardener, came striding down the steps of the basilica to confront Theodosius.
'I understand, Your Eminence, he said, 'that you have been to see His Holiness.
'That I have, replied Theodosius, 'and who has a better right?
'And that in your audience with him, you accused me of treachery to Vatican?
'I accused you, said Theodosius, 'of interfering in matters that were none of your concern.
'The preservation of the faith is everyone's concern, said the gardener.
'But the murder of an esteemed human and the theft of Listener cubes is not, said Theodosius, speaking bluntly.
'Did you accuse me of that?
'Do you deny that you were the instigator and the leader of the theologian movement? Do you deny that you are the one who stirred up the stink about canonizing Mary?
'It was not a stink. It was an honest attempt to haul Vatican back to the course it should have followed all these years. The Church, had need of a saint and I supplied it one.
'To me it was a stink, said Theodosius. 'It was a stench within the nostrils of the Church. You used the story of a deluded woman, to bring all this about.
'I would have used, said John, 'anything at all to bring Vatican to its proper senses.
He turned on his heel and started up the stairway, then turned about and spoke again.
'You demanded of His Holiness, that if there should prove to be no Heaven I'm to be demoted to a piddling monk.
'That I did, said Theodosius, 'and I mean to see it done.
'You have first to prove it is not Heaven, said John. 'Should you fail, the same to you.
'I would think, said the cardinal, 'that you have it twisted all around. I would argue that the onus lies with you — not that I must prove this place of Mary's is not Heaven, but yours to prove it is.
'Why is it, Your Eminence, that you are so hostile to Heaven?
'I am not hostile to it, said Theodosius. 'I would much hope that there is a Heaven. But not the kind of Heaven you dreamed up.
John turned about and this time he went up the stairs, saying nothing further.