If so, Oscar went on to confirm it. 'Are we fish, that such should be done to us? Or are the customs such among thy daughters?'
'We follow the customs,' she said shortly, and even Matt and Tex could interpret the anger in her voice. 'It was my understanding that thy breed had no decencies. It will be corrected.' She spoke sharply in an aside to one of her staff; the little creature trotted away. 'As to thy freedom, what 1 had done was lawful for it was to protect my daughters.'
'To protect thy daughters? From what? From my ailing 'mother? Or from my injured arm?'
'Thy sister who knows no customs has forfeited thy freedom.'
'I hear thy words, wise mother, but I understand them not.'
The amphibian seemed nonpleased. She inquired specifically about Burke, naming him by his terrestrial tag, calling it 'Captain-Burke,' as one word. Oscar assured her that ; Burke was no 'daughter' of Oscar's 'mother,' nor of Os- ; car's 'mother's mother.' :
The matriarch considered this. 'If we return you to the upper waters will you leave us?'
'What of my 'mother'?' asked Oscar. 'Wouldst thou, cast 'her' forth thus ailing, to die and to be destroyed by ' the creatures of the slime?' On this occasion he carefully -j avoided the Venerian expression for 'to be eaten.'
The mother-of-many had Thurlow carried up to the dais? on which she sat. Several of the little folk gathered around; him and examined him, speaking to each other in high,| lisping whispers. Presently the matriarch herself joined the consultation, then spoke again. 'Thy mother sleeps.'
'It is a sickly sleep. 'Her head was injured by a blow.' Oscar joined the group and showed them the lump on the back of Thurlow's head. They compared it with Oscar's own head, running gentle, inquisitive little hands through his blond hair. There was more lisping chatter; Matt found himself unable to follow even what he could hear; most of] the words were strange.
'My learned sisters tell me that they dare not take thy mother's head apart for fear that they could not get it back together,' announced the mother-of-many.
'Well, that's a relief I' Tex said out of the corner of his mouth.
'Old Oz wouldn't let them anyhow,' Matt whispered.
The leader gave instructions and four of her 'daughters' picked up the unconscious officer and started carrying him out of the room. Tex called out, 'Hey, Oz-do you think that's safe?'
'It's all right,' Oscar called back, then explained to the matriarch, 'My 'sister' feared for the safety of our 'mother.' '
The creature made a gesture that reminded Matt suddenly of his great- aunt Dora-she positively sniffed. 'Tell her that her nose need not twitch!'
'She says not to get in an uproar, Tex.'
'I heard her. Okay, you're the boss,' Tex answered, and then muttered, 'My nose, indeed!'
When Thurlow had been removed the leader turned toward them again. 'May thy dreams be of daughters.'
'May thy dreams be as pleasant, gracious mother.'
'We will speak again.' She gathered herself up to a lordly four feet and left the chamber. When she was gone the group of escorts conducted the cadets out of the council hall but by a different passageway than that from which they had come. The group stopped presently at another doorway. The guide in charge wished them farewell with the same formula as the matriarch. A curtain was drawn but it was not fastened, a point that Matt immediately checked. He turned to Oscar.
'I've got to hand it to you, Oz. Anytime you get tired of the Patrol and don't want to run for prime minister of the System, I can book you for a swell job, selling snow to Eskimos. For you it would be a cinch.'
'Mart's not just fanning the air,' agreed Tex. 'Oscar, you were wonderful. Uncle Bodie couldn't have handled the old gal any slicker.'
'That's high praise, Tex. I'll admit to being relieved. If the Little People weren't so downright decent it wouldn't have worked.'
The living room of their apartment-there were two rooms -was about the size of the room they had been in, but was more comfortable. There was a softly padded, wide couch running around the wall. In the center of the room was a pool of water, black under the dim light. 'Oz, do you suppose that bathtub connects with the outside?' Tex wanted to know.
'They almost always do.'
Matt became interested. 'Maybe we could swim out.'
'Go ahead and try it. Don't get lost in the dark and remember not to swim under water more than half the distance you can hold your breath.' Oscar smiled cynically.
'I see your point.'
'Anyhow, we want to stay until we've gotten over the last hurdle.'
Tex wandered on into the second room. 'Hey, Oz-come look at this.'
Matt and Oscar joined him. There were rows of little closets down each side, ten in all, each with its own curtain. 'Oh, yes, our eating booths.'
'That reminds me,' said Matt. 'I thought you had wrecked everything, Oz, when you started talking about eating. But you pulled out of it beautifully.'
'I didn't pull out of it; I did it on purpose.'
'Why?'
'It was a squeeze play. I had to shock them with the idea that they were indecent, or looked that way to us. It established us as 'people,' from their point of view. After that it was easy.' Oscar went on. 'Now that we are accepted as people, we've got to be awfully careful not to undo it. I don't like to eat in one of these dark little cubbyholes any better than you do, but we don't dare take a chance of being seen eating-you don't dare even fail to draw the curtain, as one of them might come popping in. Remember, eating is the only sort of privacy they observe.'
'I get you,' agreed Tex. 'Pie with a fork.'
'Huh?'
'Never mind-it's a painful memory. But Matt and I won'! slip.'
XVI P.R.S. ASTARTE
OSCAB WAS SUMMONED again the next day into the presence of the city's chief magistrate and started laying the foundation, in a leisurely, indirect fashion, for formal diplomatic relations in the future. He began by getting her story of the trouble with the Gary and its skipper. It was much as Burke had admitted it to be, although from a different viewpoint.
Oscar had inquired casually as to why the swamp Burke wanted was tabu. He was worried that he might be invading religious matters but he felt that he needed to know it was a dead certainty that others would be along, in due course, to attempt to exploit the trans-uranic' ores; if the Patrol was to prevent further breaches of the peace the matter must be investigated.
The matriarch answered without hesitation; the swamp was tabu because the ore muds were poisonous.
Oscar felt the relief of a man who has just been told that it will not be necessary to lose a leg, after all. The ores were understandably poisonous; it was a matter that the Patrol could undoubtedly negotiate-conditional or practical tabus had been overcome many times with natives. He tabled the matter, as something to be taken up at a later time by the appropriate experts.
In a later interview he sounded her out on the. subject of the Patrol. She had heard of it, in a fashion, apparently - she used the native word given by the polar-region natives to all colonial government, a word meaning 'guardians of the customs' or 'keepers of the law.'
The native meaning was quite useful to Oscar, for he found it impossible to get over to her the idea that the , Patrol was intended to prevent war-'war' was a concept she had never heard of!
But her conservative mind was naturally prejudiced in favor of any organization tagged as 'guardians of the customs.' Oscar approached it from that viewpoint. He explained to her that more of his own kind would be arriving; therefore the 'great mother of many' of his own people had sent them as messengers to propose that a 'mother' from Oscar's people be sent to aid her in avoiding friction.
