"He might. . ." She forced herself to voice the thought. "He might not want anything more to do with me when he realizes what I helped you do with him."
"He'll be angry-and frightened and eager for the next time and determined to see that there won't be a next time. I've told you, I know this one."
"How do you know him so well? What have you had to do with him before?"
Its head and body smoothed so that even with its sensory arms, it resembled a slender, hairless, sexless human.
"He was the subject of one of my first acts of adult responsibility," it said. "I knew you by then, and I set out to find someone for you. Not another Paul Titus, but someone you would want. Someone who would want you. I examined memory records of thousands of males. This one might have been taught to parent a group himself, but when I showed other ooloi the match, they agreed that the two of you should be together."
"You. . . You chose him for me?"
"I offered you to one another. The two of you did your own choosing." It opened a wall and left her.
8
People gathered around silently, radiating hostility when Lilith called them out to eat. Most were already out, waiting for her sullenly, impatiently, hungrily. Lilith ignored their annoyance.
"It's about time," Peter Van Weerden muttered as she opened the various wall cabinets and people began to come forward and take food. This was the man who claimed she was not human, she recalled.
"If you're through screwing, that is," Jean Pelerin added. Lilith turned to look at Jean and managed to examine the woman's bruised, swollen face before Jean turned away.
Troublemakers. Only two of them out in the open so far. How long would that last?
"I'll be Awakening ten more people tomorrow," she said before anyone could leave. "You'll all be helping with them singly or in pairs." She paced alongside the food wall, automatically drawing her fingers around the circular cabinet openings, keeping them from closing while people chose what they wanted. Even the newest people were used to this, but Gabriel Rinaldi complained mildly.
"It's ridiculous for you to have to do that, Lilith. Make them stay open."
"That's the idea," she said. "They stay open for two or three minutes, then they close unless I touch them again." She stopped, took the last bowl of hot, spicy beans from one cabinet, and let it close. The cabinet would not begin to refill itself until the wall was sealed. She put the beans on the floor to one side for her own meal later. People sat around on the floor, eating from edible dishes. There was comfort in eating together-one of their few comforts. Groups formed and people talked quietly among themselves. Lilith was taking fruit for herself when Peter spoke from his group nearby. His group of Jean, Curt Loehr, and Celene Ivers.
"If you ask me, the walls are fixed that way to keep us from thinking about what we ought to do to our jailor," Peter said.
Lilith waited, wondering whether anyone would defend her. No one did,' though silence spread to other groups.
She drew a deep breath, walked over to Peter's group. "Things can change," she said quietly. "Maybe you can turn everybody here against me. That would make me a failure." She raised her voice slightly, though even her quiet words had carried. "That would mean all of you put back into suspended animation so that you can be separated and put through all this again with other people." She paused. "If that's what you want-to be split up, to begin again alone, to go through this however many times it takes for you to let yourself get all the way through it, keep trying. You might succeed."
She left him, took her food and joined Tate, Gabriel, and Leah.
"Not bad," Tate said when people had resumed their own conversations. "Clear warning to everyone. It's overdue."
"It won't work," Leah said. "These people don't know each other. What do they care if they have to start again?"
"They care," Gabriel told her. Even with his blue-black beard, he was one of the best looking men Lilith had ever seen. And he was still sleeping exclusively with Tate. Lilith liked him, but she was aware that he did not quite trust her. She could see that in his expression when she caught him watching her sometimes. Yet he was careful to keep her goodwill-keep his options open.
"They've made personal ties here," he said to Leah. "Think what they had before: War, chaos, family and friends dead. Then solitary. A jail cell and shit to eat. They care very much. So do you."
She turned to face him angrily, mouth already open, but the handsome face seemed to disarm her. She sighed and nodded sadly. For a moment she seemed close to tears.
"How many times can you have everyone taken from you and still have the will to start again?" Tate muttered.
As many times as it took, Lilith thought wearily. As many times as human fear, suspicion, and stubbornness made necessary. The Oankali were as patient as the waiting Earth.
She realized that Gabriel was staring at her.
"You're still worried about them, aren't you?" he asked.
She nodded.
"I think they believed you. All of them, not just Van Weerden and Jean."
"1 know. They'll believe me for a little while. Then some of them will decide I'm lying to them or that I've been lied to."
"Are you sure you haven't?" Tate asked.
"I'm sure I have," Lilith said bitterly. "By omission, at least."
"But then-"
"This is what I know," Lilith said: "Our rescuers, our captors are extraterrestrials. We are aboard their ship. I've seen and felt enough-including weightlessness-to be convinced that it is a ship. We're in space. And we're in the hands of people who manipulate DNA as naturally as we manipulate pencils and paintbrushes. That's what I know. That's what I've told you all. And if any of you decide to behave as though it isn't true, we'll all be lucky if we're just put to sleep and split up."
She looked at the three faces and forced a weary smile.
"End of speech," she said. "I'd better get something for Joseph."
"You should have gotten him out here," Tate said.
"Don't worry about it," Lilith told her.
"You could bring me a meal now and then," Gabriel said to her as Lilith left them.
"See what you've done!" Tate called after her.
Lilith found herself smiling an unforced smile as she took more food from the cabinets.. It was inevitable that some of the people she Awakened would disbelieve her, dislike her, distrust her. At least there were others she could talk to, relax with. There was hope if she could only keep the skeptics from self-destructing.
9
For a time, Joseph would not speak or take food from her hands. Once she understood this, she sat with him to wait. She had not Awakened him when she came back to the room, had sealed the room and slept beside him until his movements woke her. Now she sat with him, worried but feeling no real hostility from him. He did not seem to resent her presence.
He was sorting out his feelings, she thought. He was trying to understand what had happened.
She had put a few pieces of fruit on the bed between them. She had said, knowing he would not answer, "It was a neurosensory illusion. Nikanj stimulates nerves directly, and we remember or create experiences to suit the sensations. On a physical level, Nikanj feels what we feel. It can't read our thoughts. It can't get away with hurting us-unless it's willing to suffer the same pain." She hesitated. "It said it strengthened you a little. You'll have to be careful at first, and exercise. You won't get hurt easily. if something does happen to you you'll heal the way I do."
He had not spoken, had not looked at her, but she knew he had heard. There was nothing vacant about him.
She sat with him, waited, oddly comfortable, nibbling at the fruit now and then. After a time, she lay back, feet on the floor, body stretched across the bed. The movement attracted him.
He turned, stared at her as though he had forgotten she was there. "You should get up," he said. "The light's coming back. Morning."