'Damn it, Ragma! Learn to throw a frisbee properly if you want to play! I'm getting tired of going after it!'
He chuckled. I recovered it and sailed it back. He caught it and threw it, to lose it again in the bushes upshore.
'That's it,' I said. 'I quit. It's hopeless. You catch fine, but you throw lousy.'
I turned and headed back toward the water. A few moments later I heard a scuffing noise and he was at my side.
'We have a game somewhat like that back home,' he said. 'I was never very good at it there either.'
We watched the waves foam in, green to gray, crowding and frothing as they ran.
'Give me a cigarette,' Ragma said.
I did, taking one myself also.
'If I tell you what I know you want to know, I will be breaking security,' he said.
I said nothing. I had already guessed as much.
'But I am going to tell you anyhow,' he went on. 'Not details. Just the general picture. I am going to exercise my discretion. It is really pretty much an open secret, and now that your people are beginning to travel to other worlds and entertain visitors from them, you will hear about it sooner or later anyway. I would rather you heard it from a friend. It is a factor you should have in mind to make a better decision on the proposition you have been offered. I think we owe you that much.'
'My Cheshire cat ... ' I began.
'Was a Whillowhim,' he said, 'a representative of one of the most powerful cultures in the galaxy. Competition among the various peoples who make up the total of civilization has always been keen in terms of trade and the exploitation of new worlds. There are great cultures and massive power blocs, and then there are- developing worlds, shall we say?-such as your own, newly arrived at the threshold of the big world. One day your people will probably have membership in our Council, with the right to a voice and a vote. What sort of strength do you think you will wield?'
'Not a whole big hell of a lot,' I said.
'And what does one do under such circumstances?'
'Seek alliances, make deals. Look for someone else with common problems and interests.'
'You might ally yourself with one of the big power blocs. They would do handsome things for your people in return for your support.'
'There would seem a danger of becoming a puppet. Of losing a lot on something like that.'
'Perhaps, perhaps not. It is not so simple a thing to foresee. On the other paw, you might throw in with the other smaller groups whose situations are, as you said, similar to you own. There are dangers in that, too, of course, but then the choices are never really this clear-cut. Do you begin to see what I am getting at, though?'
'Possibly. Are there many ... developing worlds ... such as my own?'
'Yes,' he said. 'There is quite a crop of them. New ones keep turning up all the time. A good thing, too-for everybody. We need that diversity-all those viewpoints and unique approaches to the problems life serves up wherever it occurs.'
'Am I safe in assuming that a significant number of the younger ones stick together on major issues?'
'You are safe in assuming that.'
'Is there a sufficient number to really swing much weight?'
'It is beginning to get to that point.'
'I see,' I said.
'Yes. Some of the older, more entrenched powers would not mind limiting their force. Curtailing their number is one way to go about it.'
'If we had messed up badly with the artifacts, would it have kept us out permanently?'
'Permanently, no. You exist. You are sufficiently developed. You would have to be recognized sooner or later, even if you were blackballed initially. Still, it would be a mark against you, and it would necessarily be later for you then. It would delay things for a long while.'
'Did you suspect the Whillowhim all along?'
'I suspected one of the major powers. There have been a number of incidents of this sort-which is why we keep an eye on beginners. In your case, it was easy for them, finding a ready-made situation that might be exploited. Actually, though, I guessed wrong as to who was behind it. I did not really know until that night at the hall when Speicus got his message across and you pursued the Whillowhim. Not that it matters now. If we presented our findings to them and requested an explanation-which we will not do-the Whillowhim would of course simply reply that their agent was not their agent but a private individual of unbalanced nature acting without sanction, and they would regret the inconvenience he had caused. No. Their awareness of failure will be sufficient. We've scotched them here. They know that we are on the job and that you are alert-as your officials now are. I doubt that you will ever be faced with anything this overt in the future.'
'I suppose that the next time they will come bearing gifts.'
'This is quite likely. But again, your people are now advised. Others will come, too. It should not be so difficult to balance them off against one another.'
'So it still comes back to the smoke-filled room ... '
'Or methane. Or many other things,' he said. 'I don't quite follow ... '
'Politics. It's a gas, too.'
'Oh, yes. One of life's little essentials.'
'Ragma, I would like to ask you a personal question.'
'You may. If it is too embarrassing I will simply not answer it.'
'Then tell me, if you would, how you would characterize your own culture, race, people-whatever term your social scientists apply to your group, you know what I mean-in terms of the greater galactic civilization.'
'Oh, we would call ourselves quite practical, efficient, flat-headed-'
'Level-headed,' I said.
'Just so. And at the same time idealistic, inventive, full of cultural diversity and-'
I coughed.
'-and possessed of great potential,' he said, 'and the dreams and vigor of youth.'
'Thank you.'
We turned and began walking, then, along the beach just out of reach of the tide.
'Have you been thinking about the proposal?' he finally asked.
'Yes,' I said.
'Reach a decision yet?'
'No,' I said. 'I am going to go away for a while to think about it.'
'Have you any idea as to how long it will take you?'
'No.'
'Just so. Just so. You will of course notify us immediately, whichever you decide ... '
'Of course.'
We passed a faded NO SWIMMING sign, and I paused to reflect on the improvement over the GNIMMIWS ON one I would have seen earlier. My scar collection was back in place too, and cigarettes tasted normal once more. I would miss the backward versions of the soggy French fries, greasy hamburgs, day-old salads and Student Union coffee, though, I decided. Most of all, however, the memory of the stereoisobooze, mystic nectar, Spiegelschnapps would haunt me, like a breeze from the stills of Faerie ...
'I guess we had better be getting back into town,' Ragma said. 'Merimee's party will be starting soon.'
'True,' I said. 'But tell me something. I was just thinking about inversions that proceed as far as the molecular level but stop short of the atomic, the subatomic ... '
'And you want to know why the inverter does not deliver neat little piles of antimatter for you?'
'Well, yes.'
He shrugged.
'It can be done, but you lose a lot of machines that way, among other things. And this one is an antique. We want to hang onto it. It is the second N-axial inversion unit ever built.'
