I would have given up that night if I hadn’t had a vivid image of how Hillel and Natoma would ream me out. That gave me Dutch courage. So next morning I cash-fared onto a linear bound for Tchicago. It was hijacked to Cannibal, Mo. I was transferred along with the other passengers and many bewildered apologies to a linear bound for Tchicago, and this time we were jacked to Duluth. Transfer and confusion again (“These are all computer routed and piloted!”) but this time the Guig-jinx was smart. So they wanted to keep me away from Tchicago? R. I transferred to the Buffalo shuttle and they let me get there.
So here I was at the far end of the Erie reservation and this time I had a break. The gate was guarded by a Cherokee tour of duty and one of them was a totemic relation who recognized me. He grinned, knocked his fists together four times, put me in a chopper, and lofted me to the Guess marble wickiup.
I must have looked awful. Mama stared at me, burst into tears, and swept me into her billows. Then she stripped me, bathed me, put me to bed, and fed me a broth that lined my ribs. I never had a mother like this. I loved her. An hour later stately papa came in accompanied by a goblin — all head and not nearly enough body to go with it. Slavic eyes and high cheekbones. A character out of “The Hall of the Mountain King.”
“Like bwenas tarthes, man,” the goblin said in mellifluous Spang. “How esta you?”
“I’m more comfortable in XX,” I said. “Do you speak it?”
“But of course. I am Larsen, Professor of Linguistics at the college. You’re not ill, I hope, Mr. Curzon.”
“Just tired, spent, exhausted.”
“The Sachem asks first about you, his new son. I will tell him.” He told papa in Cherokee. Papa shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Now he asks about his other son and daughter.”
“Both are alive and well, to the best of my knowledge.”
“That is ambiguous, Mr. Curzon.”
“I’m aware of it, Professor Larsen, but the facts are so complicated it would take the rest of the day to explain. Just say alive and well and happy.”
After a palaver the goblin said, “The Sachem asks why they are not with you.”
“Tell him I’m on my way to join them.”
“And this is a courtesy call?”
“Yes and no.”
“Ambiguity again, Mr. Curzon.”
“It’s part of the complication. I must borrow some cash.”
“But you are reputed to be a millionaire many times over, Mr. Curzon.”
“And so I am. Again more complications.”
“I must hear them. I have never been so tantalized. Excuse me.” He turned and quonked with papa. Then back to me: “The Sachem says certainly. Of course. How much will you need?”
“One hundred thousand.”
Larsen was startled; not so papa. He nodded calmly and I loved him. I never had a father like that. He left the room and returned with ten neat packets of gold-colored notes, meaning they were thousands. He stacked them on the bedside table, sat down on the bed, and peered into my face. He put a hand on my brow and murmured.
“The Sachem says that despite your fatigue, marriage to his daughter seems to agree with you.”
“Please tell him that she has become more beautiful than ever.”
“I had better not, Mr. Curzon. On the reservation it is regarded as unmanly to admire one’s squaw.”
“Thank you, Professor Larsen. Tell him that Natoma is a hardworking squaw.”
“That should please him, I think.”
The door burst open and the hardworking squaw charged into the room, looking like an agitated goddess… that is, if the gods ever were chic. She threw herself on top of me. “What is it, Glig? What is wrong? Why are you in bed? Am I hurting you? Why are you here? Where should you be? Did you know I was coming? How? Why don’t you say something?”
When she gave me a chance I said something, and managed to ask her what she was doing here.
“I had to come,” Natoma said. “I had to reload with sanity. I’ve seen my brother and I’m furious.”
I was dying for her news but there was no more time for talk; dinner was waiting. Papa, the professor, the kid brothers, and myself at the table while mama and Natoma waited on us. My incomparable wife had the charm to revert to tradition on the reservation. She wore deerskin, kept her head lowered, and actually blushed when the naughty boys made coarse marriage jokes which Larsen refused to translate.
When I signed to her to come out with me for an evening walk she nodded but gave me a wait signal. She had to help mama with the dishes. When at last we left the wickiup she walked three humble paces behind me until we were out of sight. Then she threw herself at me and nearly knocked me down.
“I love you. Oh, how I love you! I would love you if you were hateful. You’ve rescued me from all this.”
“You would have rescued yourself, Nat.”
“How could I? I never knew there was another world. No, you liberated me and now I’m entire.”
“And so am I. It works both ways.”
She took me to her childhood hideout, a giant cedar of Lebanon in which we could climb up, sit close, and hold hands without caustic comment from the Erie conservatives.
“Who goes first, you or me?” she said.
“You.”
“Mr. Hillel was right. My brother came looking for me.”
“Where did he find you?”
“In Boxton.”
“I never knew you were there.”
“The machines were keeping us apart.”
“Yes. And? Did he try to reassure you?”
“No. He frightened me. He’s not just a bad boy; he’s cold, cold, cold. Heartless.”
“Ah.”
“He’s not my brother anymore.”
“Not now, but he will be again.”
“He told me that it was cry havoc for the human race, which had been asking for it for a thousand years. Death and destruction. No mercy.”
“Dio! We know he and the network mean it.”
“He told me to go home where I’d be safe. The network can’t get through to the reservation. There are other places, too. Sahara and Brazil and — and — I forget because I wasn’t listening.”
“Why not?”
“I lost my temper. I told him — Why are you grinning?”
“Because I know that temper.”
“I told him he was a traitor to me, to his family, to his people, to this entire beautiful world you’ve shown me.”
“Hoo boy. You were hot.”
“I was. I told him I wasn’t a squaw anymore; that you had turned me into a thinking, independent person, and that I would do everything I could to stop him and punish him, even if it meant getting the Erie tribes and nations to hunt him down. If they could beat the Mafia International they would have no trouble with him and that damned computer on his back.”
“Pretty strong stuff, Nat. Would the tribes and nations help?”
“They will. We’ve done without electronics for generations, outside of the fence and a few simple basics, so they can’t be cowed by a computer. And most of them are dying for a fight anyway.”
“Even against the son of the Great Sachem?”
“They won’t kill him. They’ll just roast him over a slow fire, Iroquois-style, until he comes to his senses. That’ll sober him down.”
“Did you mention the real enemy, the renegade?”
“No.”
“And what did he say to all this?”
“Nothing. He just turned and left me like you leave a piece of furniture.”
“Going where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Back to the capsule?”
“I don’t know. He left and I came home.”
“Of course. And you’ll stay here.”
“N.”
“Why N?”
“I want to be with you.”
“Natoma!”
“Edward!”
We had it out so hard that I nearly fell out of the tree. I listed all the disasters wrought by the computer network. Nothing. Not even a tear for the Sèvres destruction. She only looked grimmer and more determined. She had taken the ball from flippant old me and was set to run or pass, so I surrendered. My goddamn Cherokee wife had the Indian sign on me.