“For the people,” said Alanna. “For the Mission.”
He said nothing. His face was set in lines of bitterness.
“You give in,” said Alanna softly. She was talking more to herself than to Jules. “You give in until your position seems strong. Then you use your strength and others give in.” She paused, glanced at Jules. “The people need time to grow numerous and strong.”
Jules made a wordless sound of disgust. “Do you think you have to tell me that? I know it, and it still galls me. And the people aren’t going to like it any better than I do when they understand it. I only hope I can get it across to them in a way they’ll accept before the Garkohn goad them into doing something desperate.”
Alanna nodded. “You’ll have to teach them. I remember… it was a thing people learned quickly enough in the wilds back on Earth—when to fight and when to give way. The ones who survived learned.”
“And this is the wilds all over again, isn’t it? With you better fitted than any of us to survive.”
She shook her head. “You’ll buy my survival, Jules—mine and everyone else’s—by submitting, by playing all three of your roles. Leader, slave, ally… I don’t blame you for hating it, but I don’t doubt for a moment that you’ll do it.”
“You can add a fourth role to that if anything goes wrong,” he said. “Traitor. Because if I fail, the people will surely be destroyed one way or another.”
Alanna drew her arms tight across her stomach. “I know.” How well she knew. “But deception is the only real weapon we have. We face physical chameleons. To survive, we must be mental chameleons.”
There was a long silence, and when Alanna looked at Jules she saw that he had read more than one meaning into her words. She had hoped he would. She had never spoken this openly with him before, but it was time for him to begin to understand.
“Wild human philosophy, Lanna?”
“Survival philosophy.”
“Yes. In a way, you used it on us, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“And on the Tehkohn?”
“Yes.”
“All without losing yourself? What if I asked you again what happened while you were with the Tehkohn.”
“This time, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“You may have told me too much already.”
She shook her head. “Natahk will be here soon. He could force me. into a role that seems traitorous to everyone else. I don’t want it to seem so to you.”
“The penalty for playing too many roles.”
“When I came back to the settlement, I decided that I would play as many as necessary to get the people out of this valley, away from the meklah, the Garkohn, and the Tehkohn.” She spoke quietly, but with all the intensity that she actually felt.
He raised an eyebrow. “You seem to mean that. What if I asked you why you mean it—other than to save yourself, of course. Why… chameleon?”
“Because of you and Neila,” she said. “I keep telling you that. It’s true. It’s taken me two years without the sight of a Missionary face to make me realize how great a debt I owe.” She stopped, gave him a long look. “Natahk can’t stop me now. Even if he killed me, a way of escape would still be opened for you. Only you and the rest of the Missionaries can stop me—by letting him turn you away from me.”
“Why don’t you tell me why you think he can.”
“Maybe he can’t. But the fact that he found out about my withdrawal and didn’t readdict me means he has something planned for me.”
He drew his mouth into a straight line, remembering. “Yes, I see your point. One of them at least. You want me to settle for that one?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t give the trust you’re asking for?”
“Not yet.”
“The people are my first concern, Alanna.”
She said nothing, watched him.
“Natahk has shown himself to be our enemy. I’d trust your word over his unless, somehow, you too showed yourself to be against us.” His tone changed slightly. “And I still can’t quite believe you’d do that.”
“I wouldn’t,” she said. “For what it’s worth, I couldn’t.” She felt as though she had fought a battle and lost. She had come within a hair of telling him the whole truth. But she had not been able to make herself take the chance. Now, all she had accomplished was to make him suspicious again—and Natahk could still destroy her with a few words. She shook her head, tried to put the mistake behind her. She couldn’t correct it; it was done. “Is there anything I can do to help you keep order tomorrow night?” she asked.
There wasn’t. He gave her little part in that. He thought about it, then invited a few of his friends to have dinner with him that night. This was something he had done often before. It would raise little interest among the Garkohn at the settlement. Two Garkohn did attend invisibly for a while, but they soon left, having heard enough talk of crops, rabbits, chickens, etc.
Alanna signaled Jules when they were gone and he made a short announcement. A brother of one of the men scheduled to guard the gate the next night was present. Also present was the father of a man scheduled to help guard the Tehkohn prisoners. Alanna had wanted to be more direct—speak with at least two of the actual guards so that the information would only have to be transmitted once more. Her goal was not to prevent Natahk from learning that the dinner had taken place, and understanding through hindsight why certain guests had been invited. Unlike Jules, she believed that that would happen anyway—that it was inevitable. Her goal was only to prevent Natahk’s learning too soon. She wanted to be certain that the Garkohn at the settlement had no reason to suspect that anything was wrong. If they did suspect, if they signaled Natahk and Natahk arrived with an army, the Missionaries could be crushed between the two warring tribes. No punishment that Natahk was likely to inflict on the settlement after the raid would hurt the Missionaries as badly as would being caught in that vise.
But by Jules’s roundabout plan, the two special guests would speak to their relatives, and the relatives would speak to their fellow guards. The best that Alanna had been able to do was to convince Jules that at least the orders should not be relayed until the next night—until the last minute. That way, even if someone did fail to notice a lurking Garkohn, it would be too late for the Garkohn to contact Natahk and turn the raid into a war.
The other guests at Jules’s dinner were to speak to no one. Their only function would be to do what they could to stop any trouble that arose before Missionaries could be hurt. Jules was emphasizing the importance of his instructions and at the same time undergoing some intense questioning when a late-arriving guest knocked and had to be let in. Alanna caught Jules’s eye to lei him know that a Garkohn had come in with the guest. That ended ths business portion of the dinner.
The escape the next night began well. Both sets of Missionary guards received their warnings and behaved as they had been told to behave. And apparently, the Garkohn remained ignorant until the raid was in progress. The only trouble came when a Tehkohn hunter, hard-pressed by the Garkohn, and impatient with the unfamiliar latch on the storehouse door, kicked the door in. The sudden noise brought several Missionaries spilling carelessly out of their houses.
Someone shouted that the Tehkohn were raiding.
Someone else called for the men to get their guns.
Then one of the men who had had dinner with Jules the night before shouted, “Get back inside! You can’t tell one native from another in the dark. Let them fight it out”
Only two young men did not hear him—or chose not to heed. Their home was near the storehouse, and they moved quickly. They managed to tackle a pair of escaping prisoners. The prisoners, both hunters, paused a moment to break their attackers’ necks, then fled on. Raiders and ex-prisoners combined to dispose of the few Garkohn who got in their way. Then they left the settlement, carrying their own dead and injured with them.