'Yes,' said Masklin. All eyes were on him. He felt himself beginning to blush.
The nome's a fool!' snapped the Duke de Haberdasheri. 'Even if the Store was in danger, and I see no reason, no reason I say, to believe it, the idea is quite preposterous.' 'You see,' said Masklin, beginning to blush, 'there's plenty of room, we can take everyone, we can steal books that tell us how to do things-' 'The mouth moves, the tongue waggles, but no sense comes out,' said the Duke. There was nervous laughter from some of the nomes around him. Out of the corner of his eye Masklin saw Angalo standing by his father, his face shining.
'No offence to the late Abbot,' said one of the lesser lords hesitantly, 'but I've heard there are other Stores Out There. I mean to say, we must have lived somewhere before the Store.' He swallowed. 'What I'm getting at, if the Store was built in 1905, where did we live in 1904? No offence meant.' 'I'm not talking about going to another Store,' said Masklin. 'I'm talking about living free.' 'And I'm listening to no more of this nonsense. The old Abbot was a sound man, but he must have gone a little funny in the head at the finish,' snapped the Duke. He turned and stormed out noisily. Most of the other lords followed him. Some of them quite reluctantly, Masklin noticed; in fact, a few hung around at the back, so that if asked they could say that they were just about to leave.
Those left were the Count, a small fat woman who Gurder had identified as the Baroness del Icatessen, and a handful of lesser lords from the sub-departments.
The Count looked around theatrically. 'Ah,' he said. 'Room to breathe. Carry on, young man.' 'Well, that's about it,' Masklin admitted. 'I can't plan anything more until I've found out more things. For example, can you make electric? Not steal it from the Store, but make it?' The Count stroked his chin.
'You are asking me to give you departmental secrets?' he said.
'My lord,' said Gurder sharply, 'if we take this desperate step it is vital that we are open with one another and share our knowledge.' 'That's true,' said Masklin.
'Quite,' said Gurder sternly. 'We must all act for the good of all nomes.' Well said,' said Masklin. 'And that's why the Stationeri, for their part, will teach all nomes who request it to read.' There was a pause. It was broken by the faint wheezing noise of Gurder trying not to choke.
'To read-!' he began.
Masklin hesitated. Well, he'd gone this far.
Might as well get it over with. He saw Grimma staring at him.
Women too,' he said.
This time it was the Count who looked surprised. The Baroness, on the other hand, was smiling. Gurder was still making little mewling noises.
There's all kind of books on the shelves in the Stationery Department,' Masklin plunged on.
'Anything we want to do, there's a book that tells us how! But we're going to need lots of people to read them, so we can find out what we need.' 'I think our Stationeri friend would like a drink of water,' observed the Count. 'I think he may be overcome by the new spirit of sharing and co-operation.' 'Young man,' said the Baroness, 'what you say might be true, but do these precious books tell us how one may control one of these lorry things?' Masklin nodded. He had been ready for this one. Grimma came up behind him, dragging a thin. book that was nearly as big as she was. Masklin helped her prop it up so they could all see it.
'See, it's got words on it,' he said proudly. 'I've learned them already. They say . ..' he pointed each one out with his spear as he said them, '... The... High... Way... Code. High Way Code. It's got pictures inside. When you learn The High Way Code you can drive. It says so. High Way Code,' he added, uncertainly.
'And I've been working out what some of the words mean,' said Grimma.
'And she's been reading some of the words,' Masklin agreed. He couldn't help noticing that this fact interested the Baroness.
'And that is all there is to it?' said the Count.
'Er,' said Masklin. He'd been worrying about this himself. He had an obscure feeling that it couldn't be as easy as that, but this was no time to worry about details that could be sorted out later. What was it the Abbot had said? The important thing about being a leader was not so much being right or wrong as being certain. Being right helped, of course.
Well, I went and looked in the lorry nest, I mean the garage, this morning,' he said. 'You can see inside them if you climb up. There's levers and wheels and things, but I suppose we can find out what they do.' He took a deep breath. 'It can't be very difficult, otherwise humans wouldn't be able to do it.' The nomes had to concede this.
'Most intriguing,' said the Count. 'May I ask what it is you require from us now?' 'People,' said Masklin simply. 'As many as you can spare. Especially the ones you can't spare.
And they'll need to be fed.' The Baroness glanced at the Count. He nodded, so she nodded.
'I'd just like to ask the young gel,' she said, 'whether she feels all right. With this reading, I mean.' 'I can only do some words,' said Grimma quickly. 'Like Left and Right and Bicycle.' 'And you haven't experienced any feelings of pressure in the head?' said the Baroness carefully.
'Not really, ma'am.' 'Hmm. That's extremely interesting,' said the Baroness, staring fixedly at Gurder.
The new Abbot was sitting down now. he began.
Masklin groaned inwardly. He'd thought it would be difficult, learning to drive, learning how a lorry worked, learning to read, but they were, well, just tasks. You could see all the difficulties before you started. If you worked at them for long enough, then you were bound to succeed. He'd been right. The difficult thing was going to be all the people.
There turned out to be twenty-eight.
'Not enough,' said Grimma.
'It's a start,' said Masklin. 'I think there will be more by and by. They all need to be taught to read. Not well, but enough. And then five of the best of them must be taught how to teach people to read.' 'How did you work that out?' said Grimma.
'The Thing told me,' said Masklin. 'It's something called critical path analysis. It means there's always something you should have done first. For example, if you want to build a house you need to know how to make bricks, and before you can make bricks you need to know what kind of clay to use. And so on.' "What's clay?' 'Don't know.' 'What're bricks?' 'Not sure.' Well, what's a house?' she demanded.
'Haven't quite worked it out,' said Masklin. 'But anyway, it's all very important. Critical path analysis. And there's something else called progress chasing.' 'What's that?' 'I think it means shouting at people, "Why haven't you done it yet?"' Masklin looked down at his feet. 'I think we can get Granny Morkie to do that,' he said. 'I don't reckon she will be interested in learning to read, but she knows how to shout.' 'What about me?' 'I want you to learn to read even more.' Why?' 'Because we need to learn how to think,' said Masklin.
'I know how to think!' 'Dunno,' said Masklin. 'I mean, yes, you do, but there's some things we can't think because we don't know the words. Like the Store nomes. They don't even know what the wind and rain are really like!' 'I know, and I tried to tell the Baroness about snow and-' Masklin nodded. 'There you are, then. They don't know, and they don't even know they don't know. What is it that we don't know? We ought to read everything that we can. Gurder doesn't like it. He says only the Stationeri should read. But the F trouble is, they don't try to understand things.' Gurder had been furious.
'Reading,' he'd said. 'Every stupid nome coming up here and wearing all the printing out with looking at it! Why don't you give away all our skills while you're about it? Why don't we teach everyone to write, eh?' 'We can do that later,' said Masklin mildly.