approached, but others seemed to be tame. 'These?' Neq asked. 'This is part of it. These are workers and gatherers? illiterate, of course. They do an excellent job of tending and harvesting the hydroponics, but they aren't very intelligent.' Neq saw that the ratlike individuals were nipping bits of fungus from crevices and carrying them away. 'Hydroponics,' he agreed. 'You really must meet my wife,' Bob said expansively. 'One thing about the life of the Helicon master: no woman to yourself.' 'I know.' So one of the women had come there tool 'That forced objectivity, when there are constant decisions of life and death, and no personal life?it isn't Helicon you've inherited, it's Hell.' Neq had learned about Hell through his songs. The parallel seemed apt enough. 'I saw your traces in the dining room. I wondered who had visited.' 'Traces? Not mine. I blocked up the passage with refuse and never used it, until you started burrowing from the other side just now. I had to investigate that commotion, of course.' Refuse?and the vine-flower spores had rooted there, downwind from Bob's caverns but upwind from Helicon. They had grown and blossomed, betraying the secret. Sosa had not been excavating Neqa's grave or Var's cairn, but Bob's refuge. 'Why did you try to kill the child Soli?' Neq asked as though it were a matter of mere curiosity. Once he had a clear answer coinciding with what he already knew of the matter, he could consider his action. This time he would make no precipitous mistake! 'I never tried to kill her. I tried to save Helicon.' 'You failed.' 'The failure was not mine. I knew that no nomad would kill either a woman or a child, especially one as fetching as little Soli. I knew that the barbarian warrior, meeting her in the secrecy of the mesa, would either allow her the victory or hide her unharmed and claim the victory himself. In either case, Helicon was safe.' Bob, sealed in these caverns, could not have known the story of Var and Soli. He had calculated correctly? except for the human factor within Helicon. 'Safe?' 'If she had the victory, the nomads were honor-bound to lift the siege. If she were announced dead, my revelation of her identity would neutralize the nomad leader and have the same effect. Sos knew how to put pressure on the mountain; he was a superb military tactician, and he had studied our defenses from inside. He might have won?but no other nomad would have had either the motive or the ability.' Somehow it made sense?except that it had failed. 'Why didn't you tell the others your strategy?' 'A leader never tips his hand in advance. Surely you know that. I had to make it work, then explain it or not, as seemed best. Premature information could have been disastrous.' Neq wondered how well his song and flower gambit would have worked, had the group known what he was doing before he assumed the leadership. He knew the answer. Bob was right. Except: 'But Sol fired Helicon!' Bob glanced at him. 'That barbarian? He lacked the wit. _I_ fired Helicon.' Amazed, Neq said nothing. 'Somehow the fool librarian got hold of some of the information and the word spread before I was ready to explain. Sol charged toward my office intending to attack me personally, and I saw in the monitors that the others actually sided with the fool. I have no tolerance for such short-sightedness. So I pushed the DESTRUCT button on my desk and came here. I never cared to return; it would have been messy.' 'Vengeance?' Neq asked softly, muscles taut. 'There is no profit in vengeance; you'll learn that one day,' Bob said condescendingly. 'It was merely practicality. When discipline deteriorates, the organization is defunct. It is kinder to terminate it outright.' 'But the entire nomad society collapsed!' Bob shrugged. 'One must accept the consequence of one's mistakes.' It was plausible. Bob had known what he was doing. When others had tried to interfere, he had acted most effectively to suppress the mutiny. This was true leadership. Had Bob been in Neq's situation seven years ago, he would have arranged to kill Yod before Neqa ever was threatened. Neq knew that next to this man he was an innocent; he lacked the fortitude to do what was necessary. Neq had blundered through life, either prevailing extemporaneously or suffering harshly. They came to another large cavern. 'Ah, here she is,' Bob said. 'A fine, loyal woman who embodies the very principles of obedience and trust and discretion I require. Had the functionaries of Helicon only been similar...' A shaggy, beariike creature with aquatic flipper-feet shuffled up: another fringe mutant. 'Pleased to meet you, Boba,' Neq said. 'Not Boba?that's decadent nomad nomenclature,' Bob corrected him. 'Mrs. Bob.' Neq nodded gravely. 'Now I understand.' They met him the other side of the grave-dump. 'What happened?' Jim demanded. 'Did you kill him?' 'Of course not,' Neq said, walking briskly on. 'There is no profit in vengeance.' 'But Bob was responsible for all the?' Sosa began. 'He has accepted the consequence of his mistake,' Neq said. 'As have I. Seal off the passage, and don't worry about the vines there; they make no difference.' The fragrance was strong here, and he wanted to get out of it before his judgment was distorted again. 'Almost forgot,' Jim said. 'Someone's been trying to reach us on the radio?not the crazies. I had it switched to your office, but?' In moments' Neq was there. The voice emerging from the speaker was foreign. He strode out of the tunnel and touched his broadcast button. 'Speak English!' he snapped. 'This is Helicon.' Too bad the narcotic didn't make all things intelligible! After a brief delay another voice came through, accented. 'This is the Andes station. We have been trying to reach you. There has been no contact for seven years?' 'Merely an interruption,' Neq said. 'But we sent an envoy by helicopter two years ago, and he reported that your premises were deserted?' So that was the mysterious visitor! 'There has been a change in personnel. We regret that our former leader, Robert, has had to retire. I am Neq. You may deal with me henceforth.' The voice sounded worried. 'We dealt many years with Robert. How did he die?' 'Please, Andes!' Neq said, affecting shock. 'Helicon is civilized! Bob left his position in order to devote his full energies to his wife?a charming creature. Send your representative again and we'll introduce him.' There was a pause. Then: 'That will not be necessary. Are you in normal operation again? Do you need assistance?' 'How is your supply of young women?' Neq asked. 'How is your supply of electronic equipment?' Neq smiled. He had a job to do, and suddenly he liked it.
