He said to himself, She has already changed.
Presently they stood on the roof parking lot of the savings and loan building; Zina fumbled in her purse for her flycar keys.
"It's a nice day," she said. "Get in: I'll unlock the door for you." She slipped in behind the wheel of the flycar and reached for the far door's handle.
"This is a nice car," he said, and he thought, She reveals her domain by degrees. As she took me to my own garden-world first she now takes me stage by stage through the levels, the as- cending levels, of her own realm. She will strip the accretions away one by one as we penetrate deeper. This, now, is the sur- face only. This, he thought, is enchantment. Beware! "You like my car? It gets me to work-" He said, breaking in harshly, "You lie, Zina!"
"What do you mean?" The flycar rose up into the warm mid- day sky, joining the normal traffic. But her smile gave her away. "It's a beginning," she said. "I don't want to startle you.
"Here," he said, "in this world you are not a child. That was a form you took, a pose.
"This is my real shape. Honest."
"Zina; you have no real shape. I know you. For you any shape is possible. Whichever shape appeals to you at the mo- ment. You go from moment to moment, like a soap bubble."
Turning toward him, but still watching where she drove, Zina said, "You are in my world now, Yah. Take care."
"I can burst your world."
"It will simply return. It is everywhere always. We have not gone away from where we were-back there a few miles is the school that you and I attend; back there in the house Elias and Herb Asher are discussing what to do. Spacially this is not an- other place and you know that."
"But," he said, "you make the laws here."
"Belial is not here," she said.
That surprised him. He had not foreseen that, and, realizing that he had not foreseen it he knew that he had not truly foreseen the total situation. To miss a single part was to miss it all.
"He never penetrated my realm," Zina said as she negotiated her way through the sky traffic over Washington, D.C. "He does not even know about it. Let's go over to the Tidal Basin and look at the Japanese cherry trees; they're in bloom."
"Are they?" he said; it seemed to him too early in the year.
"They are blooming now," Zina said, and steered her flycar toward the downtown center of the city.
"In your world," he said. He understood. "This is the spring," he said. He could see the leaves and blossoms on the trees below them. The expanses of bright green.
"Roll your window down," she said. "It's not cold."
He said, "The warmth in the Palm Tree Garden-"
"Blasting, withering dry heat," she said. "Scorching the world and turning it into a desert. You were always partial to arid land. Listen to me, Yahweh. I will show you things you know nothing about. You have gone from the wastelands to a frozen landscape-methane crystals, with little domes here and there, and stupid natives. You know nothing!" Her eyes blazed. "You skulk in the badlands and promise your people a refuge they never found. All your promises have failed-which is good, be- cause what you have promised them most is that you will curse them and afflict them and destroy them. Now shut up. My time and my realm have come; this is my world and it is springtime and the air does not wither the plants, nor do you. You will hurt no one here in my realm. Do you understand?"
He said, "Who are you?"
Laughing, she said, "My name is Zina. Fairy."
"I think-" Confused, he said, "You-"
"Yahweh," the woman said, "you do not know who I am and you do not know where you are. Is this the Secret Common- wealth? Or have you been tricked?"
"You have tricked me," he said.
"I am your guide," she said. "As the Sepher Yezirah says:
Comprehend this great wisdom, understand this knowledge, - inquire into it and ponder it, render it evident and lead the
Creator back to His throne again.
"And that," she finished, "is what I will do. But it is by a route that you will not believe. It is a route that you do not know. You will have to trust me; you will trust your guide as Dante trusted his guide, through the realms, up and up."
He said, "You are the Adversary."
"Yes," Zina said. "I am."
But, he thought, that is not all. It is not that simple. You are complex, he realized, you who drive this car. Paradox and con- tradictions, and, most of all, your love of games. Your desire to play. I must think of it that way, he realized, as play.
"I'll play," he agreed. "I am willing."
"Good." She nodded. "Could you get my cigarettes for me out of my purse? The traffic's getting heavy; I'm going to have trouble finding a parking spot."
He rummaged in her purse. Futilely.
"Can't you find them? Keep looking; they're there."
"You keep so many things in your purse." He found the pack of Salems and held it toward her.
"God doesn't light a woman's cigarette?" She took the ciga- rette and pressed in the dashboard lighter.
"What does a ten-year-old boy know about that?" he said.
"Strange," she said. "I'm old enough to be your mother. And yet you are older than I am. There is a paradox; you knew you would find paradoxes here. My realm abounds with them, as you were just thinking. Do you want to go back, Yahweh? To the Palm Tree Garden? It is irreal and you know it. Until you inflict decisive defeat on your Adversary it will remain irreal. That world is gone, and is now a memory."
"You are the Adversary," he said, puzzled, "but you are not Belial."
"Belial is in a cage at the Washington, D.C. zoo," Zina said. "In my realm. As an example of extraterrestrial life-a deplor- able example. A thing from Sirius, from the fourth planet in the Sirius System. People stand around gaping at him in wonder."
He laughed.
"You think I'm joking. I'll take you to the zoo. I'll show you."
"I think you're serious." Again he laughed; it delighted him. "The Evil One in a cage at the zoo-what, with his own temper- ature and gravity and atmosphere, and imported food? An exotic life form?"
"He's angry as hell about it," Zina said.
"I'm sure he is. What do you have planned for me, Zina?"
She said, soberly, "The truth, Yahweh. I will show you the truth before you leave here. I would not cage the Lord our God. You are free to roam my land; you are free here, Yahweh, en- tirely. I give you my word."
"Vapors," he said. "The bond of a zina."
After some difficulty she found a slot in which to park her flycar. "Okay," she said. "Let's stroll around looking at the cherry blossoms. Yahweh; their color is mine, their pink. That is my hallmark. When that pink light is seen, I am near."
"I know that pink," he said. "It is the human phosphene response to full-spectrum white, to pure sunlight."
As she locked up the flycar she said, "See the people."
He looked about him. And saw no one. The trees, heavy with blossoms, lined the Tidal Basin in a great semicircle. But, despite the parked cars, no persons walked anywhere.
"Then this is a fraud," he said.
Zina said, "You are here, Yahweh, so that I can postpone your great and terrible day. I do not want to see the world scourged. I want you to see what you do not see. Only the two of us are here; we are alone. Gradually I will unfold my realm to you, and, when I am done, you will withdraw your curse on the world. I have watched you for years, now. I have seen your dislike of the human race and your sense of its worthlessness. I say to you, It is not worthless; it is not worthy to die-as you phrase it in your pompous fashion. The world is beautiful and I am beautiful and the cherry blossoms are beautiful. The robot teller at the savings and loan-even it is beautiful. The power of Belial is mere occlusion, hiding the real world, and if you attack the real world, as you have come to Earth to do, then you will destroy beauty and kindness and charm. Remember the crushed dog dying in the ditch at the side of the road? Remember what you felt about him; remember what you knew him to be. Remem- ber the inscription that Elias composed for that dog and that dog's death. Remember the dignity of that dog, and at the same time remember that the dog was innocent. His death was mandated by cruel necessity. A wrong and cruel necessity. The dog-"