Jocelyn? Do you feel the same?" Guthlac asked.
"I'm a civil servant. And like all senior police officers on this planet I've plenty of enemies from the past. I was exonerated after the Liberation and decorated and promoted for my role in helping the Resistance, but I did wear the collabo uniform. It would be easy for some enemies to take what I did-what I had to do-out of context. 'Who is the genuine friend of humanity? Ulf Reichstein-Markham, who fought the Kzin in the Serpent Swarm in improvised warships; Markham whose name even Chuut-Riit knew; or the former so-called Captain Jocelyn van der Stratt who supervised… supervised… ' No, I can't say it, even here. You can work out the rest of it. But that's what they'd say."
"One thing I've learned in politics," said Rykermann, "is the softly, softly approach. Nils Rykermann fighting Ulf Reichstein Markham-and the UNSN-on Exterminationism wouldn't get me far. It might get me the personal attentions of ARM… You understand."
"I was about to say: 'They wouldn't dare!' But of course they would," said Guthlac. "I was part of ARM's planning staff and I know them better than most. War does things to people, but even before the war ARM's ethos was that it couldn't afford scruples. Buford Early had no scruples about killing tens of thousands of humans-maybe more, we still don't know how many exactly-in the ramscoop raid. I did certain things on Earth when it looked as if the pacifist movement was getting too powerful-and I'd do them again if I had to without a backward glance. ARM as a whole had no scruples about holding back on all sorts of technology that would have helped us in the war, until it was almost too late, for fear it might get into the wrong hands-as if that would have been worse than a Kzin victory destroying human civilization forever! You're right to be distrustful of it."
"Nils Rykermann as Exterminationist leader would be quietly stymied, I think," Rykermann told him. "But Nils Rykermann the mainstream politician reluctantly forced into supporting Exterminationism might be a different matter."
"So we're agreed."
"Yes. Softly, softly," Arthur Guthlac nodded. "By the way, Jocelyn's people and I are among those meeting a delegation from We Made It in a few days to discuss expanding hyperdrive factories here. Her section is in charge of security for the project."
"I know. And more hyperdrive factories here are the best news I've heard for a long time. We're going to need them," Rykermann said. "If we do exterminate the Wunderkzin, I think it rules out the chance of a peace with the Kzin anywhere, ever. The others will hardly be inclined to surrender. We're in for a long war."
"That's exactly what we must have. Like it or not, they're too dangerous to be in the universe, Nils."
We know," said Jocelyn.
"Come with me, if you like," said Guthlac. "I'm sure they'll want to meet you."
"Thanks, but I'm back to the caves tomorrow," said Rykermann. "Thank God, politics still isn't a fulltime job. I remain a biologist, remember. Even a celebrity biologist! Leonie's there, with some students. We're trying to rehabilitate the ecosystem. It got messed up pretty thoroughly in the war. Odd, I suppose, that we should be trying to preserve the morlocks as a species now."
"They can hardly be much of a threat."
"No, they're barely sapient and they stay in the dark. Still, that's the human race for you: trying to preserve its enemies."
"Not all its enemies, I trust."
"So do I."
Chapter 3
Jocelyn van der Stratt, like many of Wunderland's top administration, had a spacious apartment, once the property of a wealthy collaborationist, located, like Rykermann's Parliamentary office, in a tower high over the city.
Its decorations included the body of Peter Brennan, a fighter in the early days of the Invasion who even the Kzinti had referred to by full name, enclosed in a translucent block. Jocelyn had liberated it on the day of the Kzin surrender. The Kzin had let him keep his trophy-belt of kzinti ears, and this could still be seen on him, along with, on the remains of his jacket, the small cogged wheel of the Rotary Club badge he had worn in memory of peaceful days. There were also, about the walls, the earless heads of various kzinti and of human collaborators, weapons, photographs and holos of certain other dead humans, china from old Neue Dresden, and, in a niche, an inlaid jar of kzinti workmanship which had once held Planetary Governor Chuut-Riit's urine, kzinti symbol of Conquest and once gift to a sergeants' mess of Heroes.
Jocelyn reclined at ease on a couch covered in kzin fur. She was smoking a cigarette of mildly narcotic Wunderland chew-bacca and she had chosen the details of her dress with great care. Ulf Reichstein Markham sat upright on a chair with the same material. He smoked nothing.
"Privately," she was saying, "I'm on your side. The Kzin were honorable enemies. Many like Traat-Admiral and Hroth could acknowledge and respect human courage. And could be reasoned with. 'Enlightenment' is no empty word. Chuut-Riit wished to understand us. Perhaps the passage of a little time was necessary for us to see their more positive qualities. Thanks to the hyperdrive we are secure militarily and can afford to be more active in exploring avenues to a lasting peace."
"It is time to become friends," said Markham. His English was still careful, and Wunderland sentence structure came and went awkwardly in it. "I do not pretend it will be easy. Sacrifices we may have to make. They must be convinced of our good intentions. But infinitely worthwhile the effort. At the end of the journey ennobled may both races be. I did not, however, think that you shared my views."
I must tread warily," said Jocelyn. "You should know, for example, that Rykermann is a secret Exterminationist. I cannot break openly with him yet."
"He was a brave fighter," said Markham. "He has much-deserved prestige. It would be a good thing if he could be shown the longer view."
And you have chivalrous instincts, thought Jocelyn. I could love you very easily if fate had not made me love Rykermann. But Rykermann has your courage and leadership combined with a wound, a vulnerability, that together make women love him easily. He is not of your hollow-ground steel. Still, you are physically attractive and I will, I think, have no problems about seducing you. Rykermann may have called you a cold, sexless creature, but I know men better than any man does. You are not sexless, you are just frightened of losing control, and of an instinct that makes you lose control.
"A pity about his wife," she said.
"What do you mean? Leonie I know quite well. We have worked together."
"Then you know what I mean. She shares our feelings that it is-or soon will be-time to be friends. But married to an influential man like Rykermann… And she a Resistance hero in her own right as important as he-if not as great as you… "
"No," said Markham. "We all served as we might. I was fortunate to have wealth and connection, and the valiant spirit of my mother to inspire me. I got into space, where many born planetside had no such opportunity. You are flattering, but I cannot rank myself ahead of those whose part it was to fight here in such difficulty and danger."
"I have the honor to know, humbly and afar, of your mother's greatness," she told him. "Humanity's greatest heroine in this war, whose name, with your own, will never be forgotten. But you speak of danger? You, whose name even Chuut-Riit took cognizance of? But it would be good if she could be detached from him somehow. Good for her, I mean. She is a great and good woman."
To interfere between man and wife is unscrupulous, surely?"
"Unscrupulous? Did we not all learn to dispense with scruples? What had Nietzsche to say of scruples?"
You know Nietzsche? He kept my spirit aflame for Men during the darkest days!"