“Tidiness in a man is a worthy trait,” said Param.
He kissed her. A brief kiss. More than brotherly, but far from passionate.
She kissed him in reply, with all the passion she wished he would bring to his kisses.
“Do you think this is the right time for that?” he asked softly, when they broke from the second kiss.
“Tell me when you start believing that I’m truly your wife,” said Param.
“When that happens,” said Umbo, “I won’t have to tell you. You’ll know.”
CHAPTER 27
Retrieving the Mice
Because Noxon could see his and Ram’s paths—and the paths of the mice inside the box—he was able to return only a few seconds after he and Ram had left them buried.
They had explained the mice to Deborah and Anthropologist Wheaton, including all the disobedience and attempted betrayals. “Why don’t you just leave them there?” asked Wheaton.
“Because I promised I’d come back and let them out,” said Noxon.
“It’s one of his better traits,” said Ram. “But it’s also a serious weakness. And the mice really are dangerous and tricky.”
“Are we in danger from them?” asked Wheaton. Noxon could see that it was Deborah he was worried about.
“Yes,” said Noxon. “But only in the sense that the entire human race is in danger. Or that, if they were to kill me, the rest of you would be stranded in ancient Peru, thousands of years before any humans come to the Americas.”
“I suppose that means no internet,” said Deborah.
It took Noxon a moment even to remember what she was talking about. “Oh, yes, I forget how connected everyone is in your time,” said Noxon.
“We never even carried mobiles,” said Ram. “Didn’t get into that mind-set.”
“It’s time to open the box, then close it and rebury it before Ram and I come back.”
“You come back? Another time?” asked Deborah.
“We ran some errands,” said Ram. “And left the starship where it would be buried in ice. Then we came back and talked about letting the mice out.”
“But you didn’t,” said Deborah.
“And we didn’t check to see if they were still in the box,” said Noxon. “In case they weren’t. Because that would mean we came back here and liberated them. As we’re doing.”
“And you didn’t want to know?” asked Wheaton. “I can’t imagine wanting not to know something.”
“If we knew,” said Noxon, “we’d make guesses about why we came back and that might change our behavior. Which might erase whatever future had previously ensued. Or might duplicate us.”
“You have to be very careful,” Deborah observed.
“Everything has unforeseen consequences,” said Noxon. “And every attempt to make some things better is likely to make other things worse.”
“Saving me?” asked Deborah.
“So far,” said Noxon, “that’s working out pretty well. But duplicating the professor, here? I’m not sure he’s thrilled about the philologist version of himself.”
Wheaton shrugged. “It’s like finding out what I’d be like if I had never grown up.”
“I liked him,” said Deborah.
“How ironic,” said Wheaton, “since it’s clearly you that made me different from him.”
“I have much to answer for,” said Deborah.
“Should I open the box?” asked Ram.
“They can hear us already,” said Noxon. “So here are the rules. The mice will all come out of the box and stay in a group, approaching nobody. Ram will close the box and rebury it.”
“I have to do all the manual labor?”
“You’re the trained pilot,” said Noxon. “I have no skills.”
Ram grinned.
“If the mice deviate from these instructions,” said Noxon, “I’ll kill them all.”
Deborah looked skeptical. “Have you ever tried to catch mice?” she asked.
“In my previous life as a cat, yes,” said Noxon.
“The facemask makes him very, very quick,” said Ram.
“And I could go back and kill them in the past,” said Noxon. “They understand that.”
Ram opened the lid.
The mice swarmed out and formed a writhing heap on the bare dirt in front of the box.
“They look perfectly ordinary.”
“Look again,” said Noxon. “Their heads are quite large, for mice, and their bones and musculature are sturdier in order to bear the added brain weight. Also, they have tiny electrical connectors at the tip of each toe. Or finger. Or whatever. They can stick their paws into computer sockets and link up directly to their brains.”
“So they’re all computer peripherals?” asked Wheaton.
“No,” said Noxon. “All computers are mouse peripherals.”
“You came back,” said a mouse.
“They’re talking to me now,” said Noxon. “You’ll only hear my side of the conversation. I may switch languages.”
“The mice talk,” said Deborah.
“In very high voices,” said Noxon. “And most of it is lying.”
“So unfair,” said a mouse.
“Judgmental,” said another.
“Glad you’re back,” said a third.
“One of you at a time,” said Noxon. “Who speaks for all?”
“For the moment,” said one, “me.” It was a female, and she moved toward him, away from the pack.
“No,” said Noxon. “I know what you are. I want the alpha.”
“You’ll kill him,” said the spokeswoman.
“That’s quite possible,” said Noxon. “But it’s not my plan at the moment, because I need you, and I need to be able to assess your intentions and your capabilities.”
“If you think you can possibly understand us . . .” said the spokesmouse.
“I understand you at least as well as you understand us,” said Noxon. “The alpha, now.”
Another mouse came forward.
“You hide your maleness well.”
“Huge testes didn’t suit our purposes,” said the alpha. “We bred them out. What do you want with us?”
Noxon explained about the alien attackers.
“So you want us to prevent their computer infiltration,” said the alpha.
“That might be interesting, but it wouldn’t solve the problem,” said Noxon.
“You’re going to journey to their world before they evolved and destroy them,” said the alpha.
“Now you’re getting closer.”
“Is there any way to assess their biology before we make that voyage?”
“No,” said Noxon. “We never saw them come out of their airships and we’re not interested in going back into the future to lure them out. We’re going to leave from now and make the voyage.”
“I understand your fear that they might overpower you,” said the alpha. “It should give you some idea of how we feel about you.”
“I know that you betrayed me regularly long before I gave you any reason to do so,” said Noxon. “So now you see my dilemma.”
“I don’t,” said Deborah.
The alpha rattled off his answer. “You need us to be free allies, but you can’t trust us not to take over the ship during the voyage.”
“I want to travel with you now as equals,” said Noxon. “I want you to have full access to the ship’s databanks. I don’t see how you can be useful if you don’t have your full range of information and power.”
“All you have to do is explain why we need you now,” said the alpha.
“Because I still have the power to decide whether to turn the alien world into a home for humans and mice of your kind, or simply another colony world for humans.”
“So our alliance is based on your ability to kill us,” said the alpha.
“Your physical powers are limited,” said Noxon. “And your mental abilities depend on achieving a critical mass larger than the one you currently have.”
The alpha said nothing.
“I know that every mouse except you is a pregnant female. But they are not actually gestating—the embryos are not developing.”