reading the reports, that these births might have provided some sense of renewal. Indeed, Robichaux had felt this, marveling that he had forgotten 'what a joy a new child can be, what a simple pleasure it is to have a baby's damp head on one's shoulder.' In the last report Robichaux filed, about two weeks after the deaths of Anne Edwards and D. W. Yarbrough, Marc wrote that George Edwards had been greatly heartened by the infants placed in his arms, the press of new life around him. The Quinns, too, were awaiting a birth.
But at John's words, Emilio's face took on the careful neutral look that now told them all he was working hard. 'Yes. There were a lot of babies.' He sat very still but looked steadily at Johannes Voelker. 'It was the gardens.'
Knowing that he was being addressed directly for some reason but unable to see why, Voelker shook his head. 'I'm sorry. I don't follow.'
'The mistake. What you've been waiting for. The fatal error.'
Voelker flushed and glanced at the Father General, who remained impassive, and then looked back at Sandoz. 'I deserved that, I suppose.' Sandoz waited. 'I deserved that,' Voelker repeated, without qualification.
'We had all the information, really,' Emilio said. 'It was all there. We just didn't understand. I think perhaps that even if we had been told directly, we would not have understood.'
They listened to the clock ticking and watched him, not sure if he'd go on or leave. Then Sandoz came back to the room from where he had been and began to speak again.
They heard the singing first. Martial and strongly measured. Snatches of it, from a distance, carried on the wind. The VaKashani stirred and gathered themselves, and moved up onto the plain to watch the patrol approach. Why hadn't they stayed in the apartments? Why hadn't they run? They might have hidden the babies, he thought later. But then again, they'd have laid down a trail that any half-competent predator could have followed. What would have been the point? So they circled—the infants, the children, the fathers in the center—and waited on the plain for the patrol to arrive.
Later on, when he'd lived in Gayjur for a while, he understood better the limitations of village Runa; it was incomprehensible at the time. They gave the babies up. They must have known at some level that they would not be allowed to keep them, but the juices of life had risen in them and they'd chosen their own mates and nature, unnaturally aided by the foreigners' gardening with its richer food close by for the eating, had taken its course.
'They breed to their feed, you see,' Sandoz told the others. 'I realized this later, and Supaari confirmed it. The system is balanced so that the Runa are ordinarily untroubled by sexual desire. They have a family life, but they don't breed unless the Jana'ata want them to. Normally, their fat levels stay low. They travel out to naturally growing resources. It costs energy to do this, yes? The gardens upset the balance.' He looked from face to face, to see if they understood. 'It's difficult to take it in, isn't it. You see, the Jana'ata don't keep Runa in stockyards or enslave them. The Runa work within the Jana'ata culture because they want to. They are bred to it, and it is normal for them. When a village corporate account reaches a certain level, they are provided with extra food, extra calories, and this brings the females into estrus.'
Suddenly, a phrase from a report came back to Giuliani. 'Passive voice,' he said. 'I wondered about it when I read it. Dr. Edwards said their mates were chosen using criteria other than those used for choosing spouses.'
'Yes. Subtle, isn't it. Their mates were chosen for them: by Jana'ata geneticists. The Runa select anyone they like to marry but they are bred according to the standards of the Jana'ata.' He laughed, but it was not a good sound. 'It is, when you think about it, quite a humane system, compared to the way we breed meat animals.'
Felipe Reyes blanched and breathed, 'Oh, my God.'
'Yes. You see it now, don't you?' Sandoz looked at Voelker, who had not yet realized. Then Voelker's eyes closed. 'You see it now,' Sandoz repeated, watching Voelker react. 'The standards in the city, for specialists, are very high. But nothing is wasted. If the result of a mating is not up to standard, the offspring is removed as soon as possible, before an attachment can be formed. A sort of veal, one might say.' Johannes Voelker looked as though he might be sick. 'The village Runa are in some ways the most fortunate. They gather food and fibers and other plant products, very much as they might have without Jana'ata interference in their lives. Their breeding is strictly controlled, but they are not preyed on as they were in prehistory, except for the occasional VaHaptaa poacher, who still exploits the Runa in the old way, as free-range food. Supaari told us that. When was it? About two days after Anne and D.W. were killed. I myself used the word, poacher. I simply didn't realize that it implied the existence of legal use of the meat.'
'It wouldn't have made any difference, Emilio,' John said.
Sandoz stood suddenly and began to pace. 'No. It wouldn't have. I understand that, John. It was already too late. The gardens had been planted. The babies had been conceived. Everywhere. All over Inbrokar. Even if I had understood the day Supaari told us, it wouldn't have made any difference.' He came to rest in front of Voelker. 'We asked permission. We considered the ecological impact. We simply wanted to feed ourselves, not to be a burden on the village.' He stopped and then, rigorously honest, added, 'And we wanted something familiar to eat. No one saw any harm in it. Not even Supaari. But he was a carnivore! He thought the garden was ornamental. It never occurred to him that we would grow food.'
The Father General sat back in his chair. 'Tell us what happened.'
Emilio stood still and looked at Giuliani for a long time, as though confused. Then he told them.
The Jana'ata officer was evidently aware of the unauthorized breeding and ordered the Runa to bring the babies forward. This was done with near silence, only some of the older children like Askama keening. The humans had been concealed in the center of the crowd. They might have escaped detection if Sofia had not gone forward, Sandoz thought. Or perhaps not. Their scent might well have been picked up within moments even if they hadn't called attention to themselves.
'We had no idea what was going to happen. We just went up to the plain because everyone else did,' Sandoz said. 'Marc was the only one of us who'd seen any Jana'ata besides Supaari, and he was very uneasy about this patrol. The VaKashani asked us to stay in the center and keep quiet, and Marc thought this was correct. He was very agitated, yes? He told me he'd seen something in the city but he couldn't be sure he'd understood it. Manuzhai told us to be quiet, so I never found out what he meant. All I knew was that Marc was frightened, but the Runa seemed to be taking the situation fairly calmly. Then the patrol began to kill the babies.'
Emilio sat down and put his head in his hands. Brother Edward went to the lavatory for the Prograine, but Sandoz was talking again when Behr came back into the office, and he ignored the bottle of pills Ed put next to him. 'There is a phrase in Hebrew,' he was telling them. 'Eshet chayil: woman of valor. Sofia realized what was happening before the rest of us.'
'And she resisted,' Giuliani said, realizing now how violence had become linked with the Jesuit party.
'Yes. I heard her say it first, but then it was picked up by the VaKashani and became a sort of chant: 'We are many. They are few.' She said this and then she walked forward.' He saw her at night, in the dreams: head up, a princely posture. 'She lifted one of the babies from the ground. I think the Jana'ata commander was so astonished by her existence that he simply couldn't move at first. But then the whole village surged forward to retrieve the children, and when the Runa moved, the patrol began to react very quickly.' He sat, breathing deeply, eyes wide, staring at the table. 'It was a bloodbath,' he said finally.
Voelker leaned forward. 'Perhaps you would like to stop now?'
'No. No. I need to finish this.' Emilio's head lifted and he looked at the bottle of Prograine but did not touch it. 'The patrol, I think, was out of control for a time. I believe it was the combination of shock over our presence and outrage that the Runa had moved against them. And what Sofia said was terrifying to them, yes? You must understand that the Jana'ata also strictly limit their numbers to those that can be sustained by this system of breeding. Their population structure is almost exactly that of a predator species in the wild, about four percent of the prey population. Supaari explained this to me. So to hear the Runa chanting, 'We are many. They are few'—this must have been nightmarish for them.'
'I can't believe you're defending them,' Felipe said, aghast. There was a burst of talk, argument about the Stockholm syndrome. Emilio put his hands over his head while it went on. Suddenly he brought his fists down to the table with soft control, careful not to damage the braces, and said with quiet precision, 'If you keep up this noise, I will have to quit.'
They fell silent then, and he pulled in a careful breath. 'I am not defending them. I am trying to explain to you what happened and why. But it is their society, and they pay their own price for their way of life.' He looked, hard-
