Messiah

They both laughed loudly; then the car pulled away from the tower and drove down Park Avenue at the head of a long procession. Crowds lined the street as we drove slowly by. They were curiously still, as though they hardly knew how to react: this was a funeral yet Cavesway was glorious. Some cheered; most simply stared and pointed at our car, recognizing Paul. I suddenly realized why they were so interested in this particular car: on the floor, at Paul's feet, was what looked like a large flower pot covered with gold foil.

'Are those the ashes?'

Paul nodded. 'Did an extra quick job, too, I'm glad to say. We didn't want any slip up.'

'Where's Iris?'

'I was going to ask you that.' Paul looked at me sharply. 'She disappeared yesterday and it's very embarrassing for all of us, very inconsiderate too: she knew I especially wanted her at the ceremony. She knows that everyone will expect to see her.'

'I think she took the idea of Cavesway most illogically,' said Stokharin, his usual sang- froid had returned, his breakdown forgotten. 'She should be grateful to us for making all this possible, despite Cave's weakness.'

I ignored Stokharin. I looked at Paul who was beaming at the crowd, acknowledging their waves with nods of his head. 'What will you do now?'

'You heard the ceremony?'

'Yes.'

'Well, just that. Cavesway has become universal. Even the economists in Washington have privately thanked us for what we're doing to reduce the population. There's a theory that by numerous voluntary deaths wars might decrease since… or so the proposition goes… they are nature's way of checking population.'

'Perhaps you're right.' I assumed a troubled expression as I made the first move of my counter-offensive.

Paul looked away from the crowd to regard me briefly, shrewdly. 'You don't think I trust you, do you?'

I shrugged, 'Why not? I can't change Cavesway now.'

Paul grunted. I could see that he did not believe this spurious volte-face; nevertheless, an end to my active opposition would force him to revise his plans; this would, I hoped, give me the time I needed. I pressed on: 'I think we can compromise. Short of rigging my death which would cause suspicion, you must continue to put up with me for a while. You've nothing to fear from me since you control the Establishment and since the one weapon I have against you I will not use.'

'You mean…'

'My having witnessed the murder of Cave. If I had wanted to I could have revealed this before the cremation. An autopsy would certainly have ruined everything for you.'

'Why didn't you?' I could see that Paul was genuinely interested in my motives.

'Because it would have meant the end of the work. I saw no reason to avenge Cave at such a cost: you must remember he was not a god to me, any more than you are.'

This twist of a blunt knife had the calculated effect: 'What a cold devil you are!' said Paul, almost admiringly. 'I wish I could believe you.'

'There's no reason not to. I was opposed to the principle of suicide. It is now firmly established. We must go on from there.'

'Then tell me where Iris is.'

'I haven't any idea. As you know, I've been trying to get in touch with her for days; your people intercepted everything. How did she manage to get away?'

'One of the guards let her out. I thought he was one of our boys but it seems she worked on him and he left with her. I've alerted all the Centers; so far no one's seen her.'

Just before Grand Central Station, the crowd began to roar with excitement and Paul held up the jar of ashes which glittered in his hands; the crowd went wild and tried to break through the police lines. The cortege drove a bit faster and Paul set the ashes down; he looked triumphant but tired, as though he'd not slept in a month: one eyelid, I saw, was twitching with fatigue.

'When are we to have a directors' meeting?' I asked as we crossed the bridge which spanned the Hudson. We're still legally a company. We must elect a new board chairman.'

'As soon as we find Iris,' said Paul. 'I think we should all be there, don't you? Two to two.'

'Perhaps three to one on the main things,' I said, allowing this to penetrate, aware that his quick mind would study all the possibilities and arrive at a position so subtle and unexpected as to be of use to me if I, in turn, were quick enough to seize my opportunity.

At the airport, a detachment of airborne troops were drawn up before a festooned reviewing stand. Near by the Marine Band played incongruous marches while in the center of the stand, surrounded by cameras and dignitaries, stood the smiling President of the United States.

2

The next day while I was examining the various accounts of the last ceremony, the chief editor came into my office, his face blazing with excitement: 'Iris Mortimer!' was all he could say.

'Iris? Where?'

'Dallas.' He exploded the name in exhalation; then he told me: word had come from our office there that Iris had, a few hours before, denounced Paul for having ignored Cave's last wishes to be embalmed and that, as a result of this and other infidelities to Cavesword, she, as ranking director and with the full concurrence of the Chief Resident of Dallas, was calling a Council of Residents to be held the following week at Dallas to determine the future course of the Establishment.

I almost laughed aloud with pleasure. I had not believed she would show such vigor and daring. I had feared that she might choose to vanish into obscurity, her life ended with Cave… even at my most optimistic, I had not dreamed she would act with such realism, exploiting a rivalry between Paul and the Chief Resident of Dallas, the premier member of the Council of Residents, a group that, until now, had existed for purely ceremonial reasons, exerting no influence upon the administration of the Establishment which, while Cave lived, was by Paul directed. Now with one stroke Iris had undermined Paul by going directly to the Establishment.

I moved swiftly. The Journal was at that moment going to press. I scribbled a brief announcement of the coming Council of Residents, naming Iris as Cave's spiritual heir and custodian of the Establishment. By telephone, I ordered a box to be cut out of the first page. I had not acted a moment too soon for a few minutes after my telephone call to the compositor, Paul came to my office, furious. He slammed the door behind him. We were alone for the first time in weeks.

'You knew this was going to happen.'

'I wish I had.'

He paced the floor quickly, eyes shining. 'I've sent out an order countermanding Iris. I've also removed the Resident at Dallas. I'm still in charge of the Establishment. I control the funds and I've told every damned Resident in this country that if he goes to Dallas I'll cut off his Center without a penny.'

'It won't work.' I smiled amiably at Paul. 'Your only hold over the Establishment is legal. You are the vice president of the corporation and now, at least for the interim, you're in charge. Fine. But since you've become so devoted to the letter of the law you can't act without consulting your directors and two of them will be in Dallas, reorganizing.'

He cursed me for some minutes: then abruptly he stopped. 'You won't go to Dallas. You're going to be here for the directors' meeting which cuts off every Resident who attends that circus without a penny. We own the damned Centers; we can appoint whom we like. You're going to help ratify my new appointments.'

I pressed the buzzer in my chair: a secretary came in. I told her to get me a reservation on the next plane to Dallas; then, before she had closed the door behind her, I was halfway through it. I turned to look back at Paul who stood now quite alone in the office. 'You had better come too,' I said. 'It's all over.'