'If he's sure,' I said reluctantly.
She looked at me with reproof. 'Of course he is sure. I will tell him to give the order.' And all the time she was talking she had begun touching me all over in the way I had become used to while I was recovering in the compound. 'You require much more rest,' she informed me, motherly and stern. 'You cannot continue with this work without sleep indefinitely. Is it now an appropriate time to copy your translation module so that one may be inserted in some of your conspecifics?'
I blinked at her. I hadn't been thinking about that possibility. When she brought it back to my mind it seemed like the best idea I'd ever heard. Sharing the translation work with two or three of the linguists would delight them, and let me get a little time off-not to mention a little time to think about such personal matters as what I wanted to do about Patrice. On the other hand-
On the other hand, I had got pretty used to being the most important man in the world. I temporized. 'We'll see about that when we get all this straightened out. How long will it take the crews to rejigger their machines?'
When she told me it seemed a reasonable time, so we began checking the subs, one by one, to make sure they could handle the job. And while we were doing that I felt Colonel Makalanos tap me on the shoulder. 'It's Brigadier Morrisey,' he said. 'She's outside the sub and she wants to talk to you right away.'
I thought about telling Hilda what I had told the deputy director. Still, getting out of the sub for a few minutes sounded pretty good to me, and besides, Hilda wasn't the deputy director. She was always thorny and sometimes she was just damned brutal, but she was my friend.
So I climbed the ladder up to the hatch and clambered down the one on the other side, breathing deeply of the cleaner air. Hilda was waiting for me at the foot of the ladder. 'Well, Hilda,' I said, 'what's it going to be? Are you going to discipline me?'
Her box stirred slightly on its wheels. She said, 'Not me, no. The President might, though. He wants to see you.'
That wasn't good news. I stared at her vision plate that didn't look back. 'Have a heart, Hilda! I can't leave here to go traipsing of to the White House.'
'Who said White House? The President's got the idea that you're a VIP, Danno. Important enough for him to come to you. Right now his plane should be about touching down on the landing strip. Pop another wake-up pill and get over there. He'll be waiting for you.'
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
The President hadn't tried to bring his big Air Force One to Camp Smolley. He had come in his VTOL, which was still an incongruously big ship to be perched on the camp's little landing strip. It was snow white with the lettering THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA luminously emblazoned on its side.
At the plane's ramp an army of American Marines were guarding the VTOL under the eyes of an army of blue- beret United Nations troops. That was as far as Hilda was going to go. She stood motionless at the foot of die ramp while a couple of Marine officers body-searched me, their hands in all my pockets, their sniffers all over my body, poking into every fold of my clothes. At least they didn't bother with body cavities before they allowed me to enter. 'Hurry up,' the female colonel ordered me as she led the way to the President's cabin. 'The President doesn't have much time.'
Apparently he didn't. He didn't keep me waiting. When the colonel shoved me into his office the President was sitting at his desk, looking up from his array of miniscreens to regard me. There was no one else in the room, just the President and me, though I had no doubt there were eyes and recording gadgets in the walls-and maybe even, behind some panel, a Marine sharpshooter with his weapon aimed at my heart, just in case. When the President had finished looking me over, he said, 'Sit down. Talk to me.'
So I did.
I had never been alone with the President before. He looked a lot older than his pictures: suntanned face, mop of curly white hair, the powerful shoulders of the Harvard oarsman he had once been. He was a lot better listener than I had expected. He didn't interrupt. He didn't speak at all. A couple of times, when he wasn't quite catching everything I had to say, he cocked one of those bushy white eyebrows at me. Which I interpreted as a request to clarify, so I clarified. When I got to the part about letting Beert go home he didn't start throwing the book at me. He looked, if anything, amused. He didn't speak then, either, or even push any buttons that I saw, but a moment later the office door opened and a pair of good-looking girls in Marine uniform pushed in a dolly with white linen, a silver coffeepot and two cups. 'Help yourself, Agent Dannerman,' the President said, speaking at last. 'So you took it upon yourself to order the Scarecrow subs away from the coast.
There didn't seem to be any point in trying to explain my reasons, so I just said, 'Yes, sir.'
He nodded. 'Maybe that was the smart thing to do. Or,' he corrected himself, 'the wise thing, anyway. It's not hard to be smart in politics. It's a lot tougher to be wise. Of course, that doesn't solve the long-range problem of what to do with the aliens on board.'
'No, sir.'
The President sipped his coffee meditatively for a moment, and then he sighed and began to talk. 'Ever since you got here, Agent James Daniel Dannerman Number Three,' he said, 'your friend Marcus Pell has been on my ass. He likes you even less now. He says letting a known enemy of America go free-he's talking about your Horch friend-is something pretty close to, his word, treason.'
That made me start to open my mouth, but he gave me the kind of look that made me close it again. 'See,' he said, 'I don't agree with him. I'll tell you what I think. I think you were protecting a friend, and you've way exceeded your authority to do it. Don't say yes or no to that, Dannerman. It's not an accusation.
It's what I might be doing myself, if I were in your shoes, and anyway it's done, so we just have to live with it. But it does make a problem.'
He paused long enough to refill his coffee cup, motioning me to do the same to mine. He didn't seem to be in nearly as much of a hurry as I had thought, and then he began to get reminiscent.
I don't know if you paid any attention to my election,' he said. 'Sixty-seven percent of the voters evidently didn't, because they didn't bother to go to the polls at all. I won with fifty-four percent of the thirty-three percent who voted. That wasn't much of a mandate, actually-though that's not what I say to the Congress. I campaigned on two main issues: Stop inflation, stop terrorism. So I'm batting five hundred right about now. I haven't been able to do a thing about the inflation rate, but terrorism is down all over the world. Did I do that? No. It happened on my watch, so I take the credit, but what did it was the Scarecrows. It has now become pretty clear to most people that someday we're all going to find ourselves in a shooting war worse than any we've ever known before, and if we don't hang together, like the fellow says, we're sure to hang separately.
'So, for the first time in the history of the world, the human race is starting to act as though there are more important things than what some part of us wants to do to some other part.
'I'm not talking about the various nations. They've all got their own superpatriots-I won't name any names, but you can probably think of a couple right here-and they're all getting grabby. But we can deal with that, as long as the terrorists don't screw everything up. They aren't doing that, Dannerman. The IRA, the Tamil Tigers, the militants in our own country, the Sons of Palestine, even the Lenni-Lenape Ghost Dancers- they've all been turning in their weapons caches, and even the ones that haven't gone that far are mostly laying low. For that matter, the Floridians are beginning to talk as though they were part of the United States again. I can see it happening myself- do you know that nobody's tried to assassinate me for nearly three months? And it's not just here. Why, a couple of Sundays ago the President of the Russian Republic took his grandchildren for a walk in Gorky Park without a single bodyguard, and nobody roughed them up.
'I like that. It makes my job a lot easier. And I don't want it to stop.'
He finished his coffee, looking into space for a moment, as though he were coming to an important decision.
As a matter of fact, he was. 'So, two things,' he said. 'As long as you're exceeding your authority, exceed it one more time. Don't let any of those subs contact any human forces until, and how, I tell you. I don't want them
