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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Ma'el Report. Day 112,237…
Since their empathic reaction to my confession regarding the fate of the laboratory workforce, my feelings toward Sinead and Declan are changing from simple affection to complete trust. The reason is that for members of a backward species they continue to display intelligence and a degree of understanding in their dealings with the members of other cultures, including my own, that is rare on this world and on many others that I know. During the recent visitations their presence has been a positive asset.
"I have revealed much but not all, about my true purpose in investigating their world. The imparting of full information is forbidden not only by the Synod but by the entire Taelon Commonality which includes myself.
"Sinead's episodes of timesight are rare, but startling in the detail they reveal. It is well that neither she nor Declan understand the significance of what she is seeing…"
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In the growing Empire of the Incas, the fabulous Land of the Sun Kings that was closely confined by a great ocean on one side and high mountains on the other so that it could only expand north and south, Ma'el had left such a lasting impression during his centuries-earlier visitations that he was treated as a deity. He was seeking the most recent knowledge of their affairs, but instead of answers he was heaped with costly presents of finely-worked golden ornaments, weapons, and armor. As a god he was expected to already know the answers to everything and it was felt that no lesser being could relieve his pretended ignorance without offering him the gravest of insults. It fell to Sinead and Declan, who as his servants were not considered to be omniscient, to find the answers to Ma'el's questions and relay them back to him.
They, too, were heaped with presents and favors of every kind although not on the same lavish scale. But Sinead, who had to bind herself into becoming a boy again because the Inca females were considered something less than human, was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with the situation and said so.
"I'm not," said Declan, steadying his heavy, golden helmet with one hand while he spun on his heel so that his cloak flared out in spectacular fashion. "They dress us like royalty."
"Yes," she said, "and their High-Inca discards even the richest of cloaks after only one wearing. That is taking conspicuous waste to extremes."
Declan glanced at the nearest passersby, none of whom were as richly attired as they were, and said, "Keep your voice down."
"My translator collar is off," she said impatiently. "Look at them. They match the engineering feats of the Romans with their bridges and royal roads, their agricultural projects, their temples, and their art. And they are trying to join their empire together by teaching their people a common language. But the people themselves, a few are too rich and the rest too poor. And the way they treat their womenfolk is…"
She broke off to glare at him. "Speaking of which," she went on, "I as a boy have been offered the facilities of the High-Inca's harem by the head of his household, heaven help the man's foolish wit, as I know you also have been. If you even look as though you are tempted, or if you ever call me "boy" in public again…"
"I would never dream of calling you a boy in private," said Declan, smiling. "But this is not like you. Why are you so argumentative today?"
"… I shall instantly and on the spot," she ended furiously, "render you incapable of fathering any more children."
"More children…?" Declan began. Then suddenly the meaning of what she had said dawned on him and he stopped in his tracks to sweep her very gently into his arms, not caring what the onlookers would think about him embracing and kissing what appeared to be a boy.
"Are you sure?" he said. "Have you had a timesight?"
"I have had a timesight," she replied when he had loosened his arms enough for her to breathe. "It was about this empire. It will grow rich and top-heavy and, many years in the future, a little over one hundred men, soldiers from our Europe, will bring it down and loot it of all its treasures. But no, there are ways other than the timesight that let a woman know when she is with child.
"I said nothing until I was certain," she ended, smiling. "But now let us return to Ma'el and tell him, among other things, that he is to be a godparent-"
Ma'el reacted to the news, as he did to everything else, with no visible change of expression.
"Your information regarding the social organization and work activities among the lower orders of Inca, and in particular your timesight covering their eventual fate, is enough for me to complete my report on this culture. Later tonight, when the occurrence will cause minimum disruption to the local population, you will bring our vessel down from orbit on remote control and prepare to leave for the Aztec Empire on the north continent. Do not overload the vessel with the rich apparel you have been given here, because it would attract unwelcome attention in Hibernia, and take instead the goblets, ornaments, and coins made from precious metals which may be exchanged for services in any part of the world.
'The news that you are expecting to produce one or more of your kind," he went on, fixing his attention on Sinead, "is not a surprise since your recent emotional bonding and continuing regular episodes of physical interpenetration has made such a consequence inevitable. Are there any precautions to be taken, do you expect a deterioration in your physical capabilities and, if so, how soon is that likely to take effect? Should our planned visits to the Aztecs and Cathay be advanced or postponed until after the birthing time? In the absence of sufficiently advanced infant life-sustaining mechanisms on this world, will Declan and yourself share this work and if so, how much time will be available for your duties as my only technically trained advisor and protector? You must already know that a space vehicle of limited size is not a suitable environment for very young progeny, so have you thought about where you should five?"
By the time he had finished speaking, Sinead's face had darkened to a deep pink except for the white lines around the mouth where her lips were pressed tightly together.
"For some time," Ma'el went on in his gentle voice, "I have observed that your features and conversational tone has been reflecting increasing excitement and pleasure, and now that I know the reason I am pleased for you. But I have asked questions which require serious consideration, and answers must be found for them."
The angry color suffusing her face began to fade as Sinead replied, "I have considered some of the answers, but the decisions taken on the others require the joint agreement of Declan and myself, or even all three of us. Subject to your consent, your laboratory would be spacious and safe enough to raise…"
She broke off, shook her head in puzzlement before going on, "I'm most grateful, Ma'el, that you do not intend to dismiss us from your service because of this. But you do not show any strong feelings about something which to us is of surpassing importance. Coming from another world as you do, you are perhaps in the position of a farmer who cares for and cherishes certain animals among his stock, but not to the same extent that he would if it was happening in his own family. If this was happening on Taelon, how would you feel?"
Ma'el inclined his head. 'The situation would not be the same," he said. "There are natural limits to procreation. Short-lived species like yours breed freely and often in order to compensate for the natural losses from old age, accident, and disease. By comparison the Taelon are immensely long-lived. That being so, there is an evolutionary imperative which limits reproduction so that the resources of the planet and its population will remain in balance. Consequently the incidence of birthing is very low, in fact, rare, and the arrival of a newborn Taelon is a cause for planet-wide celebration.