"Have you?" Mordechai said. "How did you manage that?" He had trouble imagining Drucker working with the Race. But one possible way to get the rocket pilot's cooperation crossed his mind. "Did you threaten to tell his superiors that he and I worked together for a little while without trying to slaughter each other?"

"That is exactly what we did, as a matter of fact," Gorppet answered. "You must be well schooled in duplicity, to have figured it out so quickly."

"Maybe." Mordechai admired Gorppet for thinking of it. Not many Lizards would have. "However that may be, what do you want me to do?"

"We informed the Deutsche that this bomb might be on the territory of their not-empire. I have learned from Johannes Drucker that the Deutsch constabulary believe it to have been hidden not far from the city of Breslau. You are familiar with the city of Breslau?" Gorppet said.

"Yes, I am familiar with it," Anielewicz answered. "That is, I know of it. I have never been inside it. The Deutsche touched off an explosive-metal bomb near there during the first round of fighting."

"Indeed. And the Race detonated one on the city during the more recent combat," Gorppet said. "Breslau itself is not presently inhabited or inhabitable. But the surrounding towns and villages remain densely populated. If the bomb were to explode, it would do severe damage. It might cause new fighting, much of which would involve Poland."

That struck Anielewicz as probable, too, unpleasantly so. "I ask you again: what do you want me to do?"

"We of the Race have moved combat teams into the area," Gorppet replied. "The Deutsche have also moved combat teams into the area. But no one is eager to try to retake the bomb. Failure would be expensive."

"Truth." Mordechai used an emphatic cough to show how big a truth it was. He went on, "There are enough Tosevites with the bomb that you can-not wait for them all to sleep at the same time?"

"That appears to be the case, yes," Gorppet said. "And so we were hoping you might go to this town near Breslau and try to persuade the fellow members of your superst.i.tion to surrender, and to return the bomb. We are willing to promise them safe conduct and freedom from punishment, and we shall enforce this on the Deutsche."

"Why do you suppose these Jews will listen to me?" Mordechai asked. "If they were the sort who would listen to me, they would never have taken the bomb into the Reich Reich in the first place." in the first place."

"If they will not listen to you, to whom will they listen?" the Lizard asked in return. "Suggest a name. We would be grateful for that."

Try as he would, Anielewicz couldn't come up with any names. "Maybe," he said hopefully, "they have not set off the bomb because they cannot, because it will not detonate any more."

"No one has seemed eager to experiment along those lines," Gorppet said. "Will you come to the environs of Breslau? If you choose to do so, both the Race and the Deutsche will obey your orders."

"I will come," Anielewicz said.

"Good," Gorppet answered. "Pack whatever you need. Pack quickly. Transportation will be laid on. Farewell." He hung up.

"What are you doing?" Bertha Anielewicz exclaimed when Mordechai started throwing clothes into the cheap cardboard suitcase that was the only one they owned. He explained as he went on packing. That made his wife exclaim again, louder than ever.

"I know," he said. "What choice have I got?"

He hoped she would come up with one for him. She didn't. All she said was, "You're doing this for the Germans?"

He shook his head. "I'm doing this to keep the war from hitting Poland again. If that helps the Germans..." He shrugged. "What can you do?"

Somebody knocked on the door. Bertha opened it. A man spoke in Polish: "I'm here for Mordechai Anielewicz."

"I'm coming," he said, and grabbed the suitcase. He kissed his wife on the way out, then followed the man downstairs to a beat-up motorcar. They got in. The car zoomed off to a park. A helicopter waited there, rotors spinning. He scrambled into it. He didn't fit well: it was made by and for Lizards. The helicopter roared off to an airstrip a few kilometers outside of Przemysl. A jet aircraft sat on the runway. Its motors were already running. As soon as Anielewicz boarded and sat down in one of the uncomfortable seats, the airplane took off. Half an hour later, he was on the outskirts of Breslau.

A male came up to him while he was still wondering if he'd remembered to bring a toothbrush. "I am Gorppet," the Lizard said. "I greet you."

"And I greet you," Mordechai answered. "What are you doing here, if I may ask? Are you an expert on explosive-metal bombs?"

"Me?" Gorppet made the negative gesture. "Hardly. But my superiors have decided I am am an expert on Johannes Drucker and Mordechai Anielewicz. That is the expertise that brought me here to meet you. Am I not a lucky male?" an expert on Johannes Drucker and Mordechai Anielewicz. That is the expertise that brought me here to meet you. Am I not a lucky male?"

"Very lucky," Anielewicz agreed. He didn't know how to say cynic cynic in the language of the Race, but thought Gorppet's picture could have ill.u.s.trated the dictionary definition. "Where near Breslau do you think the bomb is hidden?" in the language of the Race, but thought Gorppet's picture could have ill.u.s.trated the dictionary definition. "Where near Breslau do you think the bomb is hidden?"

"Somewhere in the town called Kanth. Where, no one has bothered to tell me yet," Gorppet replied-a cynic, sure enough. "In this strange environment, it could be anywhere, and that is a truth. Altogether too much water on this world."

The vicinity of Breslau didn't seem so strange to Anielewicz. The city had sprawled on both sides of the Oder and over the numerous islands in the river. Dozens of bridges had spanned the Oder. These days, Breslau itself was wreckage and nothing else but, thanks to the explosive-metal bomb that had burst above the city. Considering what the Germans had visited on Poland-and anywhere else their bombs could reach-Mordechai had a certain amount of trouble feeling sympathetic.

He pointed ahead. "This little town here-Kanth?-hardly seems to have many hiding places for a bomb."

"Easy enough to hide a bomb," Gorppet answered. "Harder to hide that we are looking for it."

And there, as the Race would have said, was another truth. The Lizards had set up a command post outside of Kanth. The Germans had set up another one. If there were Jews holed up in there with ten tonnes' worth of explosive-metal bomb, they could hardly doubt they'd been noticed.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Mordechai asked. "Go in there and ask them to come out without blowing up the town?"

"As I told you on the telephone, we and the Deutsche will obey your orders here," Gorppet replied. "These are your followers. The presumption is that you will best know how to deal with them."

Anielewicz wondered how good that presumption was. Any followers of his who really followed him wouldn't have absconded with the explosive-metal bomb in the first place. But he had no better notions, and so he said, "We had both better find out where your leaders believe the bomb to be."

"It shall be done, superior sir," Gorppet said, for all the world as if Mordechai were a Lizard of higher rank. "Come with me, then. We can both learn."

Inside one of the tents the Lizards had set up, a monitor displayed a map of Kanth. The map was in German, and must have been copied from a n.a.z.i doc.u.ment. A red square blinked on and off on one street near the edge of town. Anielewicz pointed to it. "Is that the place?"

"Yes, that is the place," answered a Lizard whose body paint was similar to Gorppet's but somewhat more ornate. He went on, "I am Hozzanet. You are the male named Anielewicz?" At Mordechai's nod, Hozzanet went on, "What can we do to a.s.sist you in dealing with these individuals?"

"Get me a bicycle," Mordechai answered. "I do not want to walk all that way."

"It shall be done," Hozzanet said, and done it was. He had no idea where the Lizards came up with the bicycle-for all he knew, they borrowed it from the n.a.z.is-but they got it. His legs ached when he started pedaling: the never-failing legacy of German nerve gas more than twenty years before. Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? he wondered. he wondered. Why am I risking my neck to save a bunch of Germans who hate me? Why am I risking my neck to save a bunch of Germans who hate me? That was the question his wife had asked. It seemed more urgent now. But the answer still came all too clearly. That was the question his wife had asked. It seemed more urgent now. But the answer still came all too clearly. Because this band of idiots is liable to make the n.a.z.is visit more harm on people I don't hate, on people I love. Because this band of idiots is liable to make the n.a.z.is visit more harm on people I don't hate, on people I love.

People in Kanth stared at him as he rolled through the quiet, almost empty streets. They knew something was going on, but they had no idea what. If they started fleeing, what would the men with the bomb do? Probably try to set it off, so they could kill folk other than themselves. Anielewicz had played the role of a terrorist. He knew how such folk thought.

Here was the street. Here was the house, on the left-hand side. It had an attached garage that had probably been a stable before the turn of the century. It could easily have held the bomb. n.o.body had trimmed the gra.s.s in front of the house for a long time, but that was far from unique on the Street. With fall edging toward winter, most of the gra.s.s had gone grayish yellow.

Mordechai leaned the bicycle against a beech tree with a couple of bullet holes in the trunk. As he walked up to the door, he felt eyes on him from inside. What a fool I am for coming here, What a fool I am for coming here, he thought, and knocked on the tarnished bra.s.s knocker. he thought, and knocked on the tarnished bra.s.s knocker.

The door opened. The man who stood there aimed a submachine gun at Anielewicz's belly. "All right, you d.a.m.ned traitor," he growled in Yiddish. "Get your tukhus tukhus inside! Right now!" Mordechai went in. The door slammed shut behind him. inside! Right now!" Mordechai went in. The door slammed shut behind him.

Ttomalss did not like using a sound-only telephone, but the Race didn't yet have a consulate in Tours from which he could have had a proper discussion with the Tosevite historian Felless had found for him. Making the best of things, he said, "I greet you, Professor Dutourd."

A male Big Ugly turned his words into Francais. A female Big Ugly answered, presumably in the same tongue. The male Big Ugly spoke in the language of the Race: "And she greets you."

At least the historian and the interpreter were on the same circuit. As far as Tosevite telephone technology went, that was no small achievement. Ttomalss said, "Professor Dutourd, I gather the Romans whom you study are an important imperial folk among the Tosevites."

More back-and-forth between the Big Uglies. "Yes, that is a truth," Monique Dutourd answered through the interpreter. That interpreter, Ttomalss had been given to understand, was a notorious ginger dealer. But he was also a kinsmale to the historian. Knowing from painful personal experience how intimate Tosevite ties of kinship could be, Ttomalss had prevailed upon Amba.s.sador Veffani to allow his release. He hoped he was doing the right thing. He did not want to have to deal with a hostile historian. That would make learning what he needed to know all the more difficult.

"I gather also that these Romans ruled many different kinds of Tosevites, some of them from cultures very different from their own," Ttomalss said. If he turned out to be wrong there, he would have to ask Felless to find him another historian.

But Monique Dutourd said, "Yes, that is also a truth."

"Good." Ttomalss knew he sounded relieved. He wondered if the Tosevite interpreter noticed. The very idea of different cultures had been alien to him before he came to Tosev 3. That of Home had been h.o.m.ogeneous since not long after the Race unified the planet. The Rabotevs and the Hallessi had quickly adopted their conquerors' ways. He could find more differences crossing a river on this world than he could in crossing light-years of s.p.a.ce between worlds in the Empire.

"What is it you wish to know about the Romans and these other cultures?" Monique Dutourd asked.

"I want to learn how the Romans succeeded in incorporating them into their empire and into their culture," Ttomalss answered.

"Ah, I see," the Tosevite historian said. "This is relevant to your present situation, is that not a truth?" Either she or her interpreter let out a couple of yips of barking Tosevite laughter. Through him, she went on, "There are those among us who say history is not relevant to anything. I am glad to find the Race disagrees."

Plenty of males and females of the Race, Ttomalss knew, would not only have agreed but would have added emphatic coughs to their agreement. He did not mention that to the Big Uglies on the other end of the telephone line. Instead, he said, "Yes, I certainly think it is relevant. I am glad to find that you do, too. Whatever you can tell me will be of value to the Race."

"In that case, perhaps you will understand that I wonder whether I ought to tell you anything at all," Monique Dutourd said.

"If you do not, someone else will." Ttomalss did his best to sound indifferent. "Or we will eventually gain the information from your books. Whatever else we may be doing, we are not discussing secret matters here."

After a pause, the Tosevite female said, "Yes, that is so. Very well; you have reason. I will discuss these things with you."

"I thank you." Ttomalss did his best to treat her as he would have treated a savant of his own kind.

She said, "First of all, incorporation into the Roman Empire a.s.sumes Roman military victories. I do not think we need to talk about those."

Ttomalss found himself making the affirmative gesture, which did no good on a phone link without vision. "I would agree with you," he said. "Our military technology is very different from that of the Romans. And so is yours, nowadays." And the Race will be arguing about why that is so for generations to come, And the Race will be arguing about why that is so for generations to come, he thought. Never had his species been presented with such a rude surprise. he thought. Never had his species been presented with such a rude surprise.

"All right, then," Monique Dutourd said. "Once a subregion was conquered, the Romans gave local autonomy to towns and areas that were not in rebellion against them. They did harshly stamp out rebellions where those arose."

"That is a sensible policy," Ttomalss said. "In large measure, we follow it here." The trouble with following it was that Big Uglies who were put in positions of authority often used that authority for themselves and against the Race. Ttomalss wondered if the Romans had had similar problems.

"With very few exceptions," Monique Dutourd went on, "the Romans allowed the males and females of the conquered subregions to practice whatever superst.i.tions they chose to follow."

"That is also a sensible policy," Ttomalss said. "Why did they make exceptions?"

"On account of superst.i.tions they thought dangerous to their empire," the Tosevite historian replied. "I can think of two examples. One was the superst.i.tion of the Druids, which had its center here in what is now France. The Romans feared that these Druids, who were the leaders of the superst.i.tion, would also lead the local inhabitants into rebellion against them."

"And the other?" Ttomalss asked when Monique Dutourd did not name it at once.

"The other, superior sir, was called Christianity," she replied. "You may perhaps have heard of it."

"Yes," he said automatically, before realizing she was being ironic. Then he asked, "But why did they try to suppress it? And why did they fail? This is the largest Tosevite superst.i.tion at the present time."

"They tried to suppress it because the Christians refused to acknowledge any other... spiritual forces," Monique Dutourd said, "and because the Christians refused to give reverence to the spirits of the Roman Emperors."

"Really?" Ttomalss said in surprise. "In that, they are much like the followers of the Muslim superst.i.tion today with respect to the spirits of Emperors past-Emperors of the Race, of course."

"Yes. Both Christianity and Islam are offshoots of the Jewish superst.i.tion, which disapproves of giving reverence to anything but the one supreme supernatural authority," Monique Dutourd said.

"Ah." Ttomalss scribbled a note to himself. He hoped and a.s.sumed the Race already knew that, but he hadn't known it himself. He asked, "Why are the Muslims so much more fanatically opposed to the Race at present than the Christians?"

"To get a proper answer to that, you would need to ask someone who knows more about Islam than I do," the Tosevite historian answered.

Her reply won Ttomalss' respect. He had seen a great many individuals-both members of the Race and Big Uglies-who, because they were experts in one area, were convinced they were also experts in other, usually unrelated, areas. When he said as much, Monique Dutourd started to laugh. "And what do you find funny?" he asked, his dignity affronted.

"I am sorry, superior sir," she said, "but I find it strange that you are making an argument like the one a famous Tosevite savant named Socrates used when he was on trial for his life almost twenty-four hundred years ago."

"Am I?" Ttomalss wondered who this Socrates was. "Did his argument succeed?"

"No," Monique Dutourd answered. "He was put to death."

"Oh. How... unfortunate." Ttomalss found a different question: "Did you use your years or mine there?"

"Mine," she said, so he mentally doubled the figure. She added, "At that time, the Romans were only a small and unimportant group. They later conquered the Greeks, one of whose subgroups, the Athenians, executed Socrates. The Greeks were culturally more advanced than the Romans, but could not unify politically. The Romans conquered them and learned much from them afterwards."

"I see," Ttomalss said. Ancientest history back on Home was full of stories like that, some true, others legendary, with scholars disagreeing over which was which. He asked, "What benefits did the Romans give to keep conquered subregions from rebelling?"

"Security from outside invasion," Monique Dutourd answered. "Security from feuds with their neighbors also within Roman territory. Local self-government, as I said before. A large area unified culturally, and also unified economically."

"I see," Ttomalss repeated. "These are, of course, advantages you Tosevites would receive on becoming subjects of the Empire."

"Ah, subjects," the Tosevite historian said. "One thing the Romans did that made them unusual among our empires was to grant full citizenship to more and more groups that had formerly been subjects."

"You could expect the same from us," Ttomalss said. "Why, already there is one Tosevite with full citizenship in the Empire."

"How interesting," Monique Dutourd replied. "Why only one? Who is he?"

"She," Ttomalss corrected. "That is a complicated story. It has to do with the unusual circ.u.mstances of her hatching." He said not a word about the continuing dispute with Ka.s.squit over whether he kept the right to monitor her activities if she was a full citizen of the Empire. That was also complicated, and none of Monique Dutourd's business. Instead, Ttomalss asked, "If these Romans were such successful rulers of their empire, why did it fail?"

"Scholars have been arguing over that ever since it happened," the Tosevite female answered. "There is no one answer. There were diseases that reduced the population. The economy suffered as a result of this. Rulers grew more harsh, and their bureaucracy grew more stifling. And there were foreign invasions, most importantly from the Deutsche, who lived to the north of the Roman Empire."

"The Deutsche?" Ttomalss exclaimed in surprise. "The same Deutsche whom the Race knows only too well?"

"Their ancestors, rather," Monique Dutourd said.

"Yes, of course," Ttomalss said impatiently. "How interesting. That strikes me as an example of true historical continuity. I have not seen many on Tosev 3."

"They are here," Monique Dutourd said. "If you have not seen them, it is because you have not looked for them-or perhaps you have not known where to look."

"Yes, I suppose that could be," Ttomalss admitted. "Would you be willing to teach me more Tosevite history?"

"It could be," the female Big Ugly said. "There would be the question of payment, of course."

"Of course," Ttomalss said. "I am sure we can come to some sort of equitable arrangement about that."

"Payment might not necessarily involve money," Monique Dutourd said, "or not money alone. I would want my kinsmale fully pardoned, now that I am cooperating with the Race."

"Regardless of his unpleasant and unsavory dealings," Ttomalss said.

"Yes. Regardless of them." Ttomalss noted that the Tosevite female did not deny them. She wanted the ginger smuggler forgiven in spite of them. He sighed. Kinship, not friendship, Kinship, not friendship, he thought. That showed historical continuity among the Big Uglies, sure enough. He sighed. He could wish-he did wish-it didn't. he thought. That showed historical continuity among the Big Uglies, sure enough. He sighed. He could wish-he did wish-it didn't.