Two Songs This Archangel Sings

Kevin Shannon didn't much like that. He flushed angrily, quickly turned his face away. 'There's no need to be rude, Frederickson,' he said tightly.

'If you don't want me to be rude, then stop being insulting.'

'I didn't mean to be insulting.'

'But you were. You'll force Madison to resign anyway, so that much will be accomplished no matter what Garth and I do or don't do.' I paused, rose to my feet. 'When you see that bastard Madison, tell him he'd better stock up on telegenic blue shirts, because he's going to be seeing a lot of himself on television.'

'No, Frederickson; I won't.'

I'd started to walk away. I stopped, turned back to face the other man. 'You won't what?'

'I won't force Madison to resign,' Shannon said, his dark eyes suddenly seeming to glow with passion in the moonlight.

'I don't understand. You'd keep a madman and a murderer in the most important post in your cabinet out of spite?!'

There was a long silence. Finally, Shannon said: 'Sit down and listen, Frederickson. You may yet hear something that pleases you.'

'I doubt it very much,' I said, remaining on my feet. 'But I'm listening.'

Shannon lit his third cigarette. 'Has it occurred to you to ask why I nominated Orville Madison?' he asked quietly.

'You've already answered that question. You've known him a long time, and he impressed you with his ruthless efficiency. You're buddies.'

'There are many men I've known for a long time, Frederickson, and many men I respect for their efficiency. I am not Mr. Madison's 'buddy'; we've known each other for years, yes, but we've never really been friends. Frankly, I've never much cared for the man personally. Yet, he is the man I chose to be my secretary of state. Would you like to know why?'

'Not nearly as much as I'd like to know how you could even consider keeping him on.'

'Because Madison has also known Arkady Ilyich Benko for more than twenty years, and they are 'buddies.''

That got a good two or three blinks out of me. Arkady Ilyich Benko was the mint-new Soviet premier, a warrior, bloodied but unbowed, who had emerged as premier after serving in the Directorate of the K.G.B. Orville Madison's blood brother.

'I managed to surprise you, didn't I, Frederickson?' Shannon continued in the same soft voice.

'It's true?' I asked, feeling short of breath.

Shannon dismissed my question with a wave of his hand. 'Like Madison, Benko was very active during the war in Viet Nam. They butted heads a number of times while they were there, and they continued to do so as each ascended to the top of his profession; but the confrontations began growing more symbolic, less vicious, as the years passed. Madison speaks fluent Russian, which I think you will agree would be an admirable achievement for any diplomat, but especially for a secretary of state; admirable and highly desirable. The two men genuinely like- and, even more important, genuinely respect-each other. They also trust each other; indeed, each trusts the other probably more than he trusts a good many of his compatriots. Arkady Ilyich Benko will release a thousand political prisoners from the Gulag, or allow a thousand Soviet Jews to emigrate, tomorrow, simply as a gesture of good will, if Orville Madison asks him to. I mean that literally, and I am absolutely certain of the truth of the statement. Now talk to me about 'justice.' Which is more just? Should I use Orville Madison, and his unique personal relationship with the Soviet premier, to free thousands of political prisoners and perhaps create the best relations we've had with the Soviet Union since World War Two? Or should I destroy this tool-and with it the opportunity for real and lasting peace-because he went a little crazy and killed thirteen people? Surely, that many people die in automobile accidents every day; many times that number. Which should it be, Frederickson? Justice for thirteen people, or the very real possibility of a better world for five billion? Tell me what you would do.'

'All right, Mr. President, I will.' I paused, swallowed. My mouth was dry. I had no reason to doubt a word Kevin Shannon had said regarding the relationship between Madison and the Soviet premier, and he had painted an awesome and seductive picture of a world in which tensions between Russia and the United States were markedly reduced. But it was still only a picture, a dream, and the trail of death behind me was all too real. And Orville Madison was still a homicidal maniac, which made him, in the final analysis, beyond the control of anyone. 'First, I'd take steps to provide justice in my own backyard before I worried about saving the world. Second, anyone who likes, respects, and trusts Orville Madison can't be all good. Madison isn't ultimately responsible for foreign policy, you are. I wouldn't trust Benko, who helped put all those Gulag prisoners there in the first place. I'd clean house, prosecute Madison, and start over. That would make Benko respect me.'

'Which is why you're not president, and I am,' Shannon said with another disdainful gesture of his hand. 'If I'm going to have to put up with a media circus no matter what I do, then I might as well fight to keep the man I wanted in the first place, and try to head Veil Kendry and the Fredericksons off at the pass. The hell with you, Frederickson. Do your worst. I still believe Orville Madison will be the best secretary of state this nation has ever had, and that the world will be a much better place in four years than it is now.'

'We'll demand a Senate hearing, Shannon.'

The president's response was to laugh. 'You'll demand a Senate hearing? How far do you think you'll get?'

'I guess we'll just have to find out. Believe it or not, I really don't want to go to the newspapers with this-not yet. Regardless of what I said to Andrews, I don't think the media is the proper forum for this to be brought out; I don't believe that would be in the best interests of the country.'

'I know you believe that,' Shannon said mildly, 'because it's so obviously true. I thought you'd back off on that.'

'Which makes you a good poker player-on the first hand. Now you're forcing us to it.'

'No. You want a congressional hearing, you've got it. Indeed, I insist. It's in the administration's interests to have it on the record that you were invited to present your allegations in a proper, congressional forum before peddling them to the newspapers.'

'You know they're not allegations.'

'What I know isn't the point, is it? You can't subpoena me, and I'm not about to help you sabotage what I believe to be a singular, once-in-a-generation opportunity to rechannel the world's riches and energies from preparing for war to reaping the benefits of peace. But I still challenge you to do your worst. As a matter of fact, you and your brother will find an invitation waiting for you when you get back to your hotel room; I took the liberty of arranging a congressional hearing for you before I came here. I was hoping that the outcome of our meeting would be that you'd decline the invitation.'

'We're not about to accept an invitation to any hearing which you've arranged.'

'Suit yourself. The fact that you received an invitation will still be a matter of record, and it's the only invitation you'll get. You can bet your pension on that.'

'Jesus Christ,' I said in a hollow voice. 'You're as mad as Madison. Americans have another Goddamn megalomaniac for their president.'

'Listen to me, you stubborn, sanctimonious, naive troublemaker!' Shannon snapped in a voice that suddenly vibrated with rage. He abruptly rose to his feet, and his right arm shot out, index finger pointing at the black wall. 'You see that monument?! On it are the names of thousands of men who died in an insane war that was the most incredibly stupid act of political blindness, cultural ignorance, arrogance, and paranoia any country in the West has ever committed! It damn near gutted us, and it may still gut us if we can't, finally, find a way to get it behind us! That is our legacy from Viet Nam-in the eyes of the world, and in our own hearts! I will not become just one more casualty of that stupid war! Do you hear me?! What I can accomplish is too important!'

President of the United States Kevin Shannon took a deep breath and slowly lowered his arm. When he spoke again, his voice was calmer. 'I can rebuild America's cities, which is precisely what I intend to do. You may be