The Mote In God's Eye

"Sure. Can't do anything else. Political pressure's too big to just go in and wipe ‘em out. So I got to let the Moties draw some blood. Including the father of the only heir I'll ever have." Fowler's lips were tightly drawn. "They'll fight, Doc. I just hope they don't make a phony surrender offer first, so Rod'll have a chance. You really want to be part of that?"

"I see ... I guess I really do see. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Fowler reached into his tunic and took out a small box. He opened it for a second to look inside, closed it, and scaled it across the desk to Horvath. "There. That's yours."

Dr. Horvath opened it and saw a ring with a large blank green stone.

"You can carve a baron's crest on that next Birthday," Fowler said. "Do not bind the mouths and all that. Satisfied?"

"Yes. Very. Thank you, Senator."

"No thanks needed. You're a good man, Tony. OK, let's get in there and see what the Moties want."

The conference room was nearly filled. The Commissioners, staff, Horvath's scientists, Hardy, Renner-and Admiral Kutuzov.

Senator Fowler took his seat. "Lords Commissioners representing His Imperial Majesty are now convened. Write your names and organizations." He paused briefly as they scrawled on their computers. "The Moties have requested this meeting. They didn't say why. Anybody got anything to bring up before they get here? No? OK, Kelley, bring ‘em in."

The Moties were silent as they took their places at the end of the table. They looked very alien; the human mimicry was gone. The permanent smiles were still painted on, and the fur was combed sleek and shiny.

"Your ball," the Senator said. "I may as well tell you we're unlikely to believe anything you say."

"There will be no more, lies," Charlie said. Efln4he voice was different; the Mediator sounded alien, no~ like a blend of all the voices the Moties had ever heard, but with a distinct- Rod couldn't trace it. Not an accent. It was almost perfection, the ideal of Anglic.

"The time for lies is finished. My Master thought, so from the beginning, but Jock's Master was given jurisdiction over negotiations with humans, as you were given such jurisdiction for your Emperor."

"Faction fight, eh?" Fowler said. "Pity we didn't meet your boss. A bit late now, isn't it?"

"Perhaps. But I will now represent him. You may call him King Peter if you like; the midshipmen did."

"What?" Rod stood at his seat, and the chair fell backward to crash to the floor. "When?"

"Just before they were killed by Warriors," Charlie said. "Attacking me will gain you no' information, my lord; and it was not my Master's Warriors who killed them. Those who did were ordered to take them alive, but the midshipmen would not surrender."

Rod carefully retrieved his chair and sat. "No. Horst wouldn't," he muttered.

"Nor would Whitbread. Nor Potter. You may be as proud of them as you wish, Lord Blaine. Their last moments were in the finest traditions of the Imperial Service." There was no trace of irony in the alien voice.

"And just why did you murder those boys?" Sally demanded. "Rod, I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry, that's all."

"It wasn't your fault. The lady asked you a question, Charlie."

"They had discovered the truth about us. Their landing boats took them to a museum. Not one of the places of amusement that we allowed you to visit. This one has a more serious purpose." Charlie spoke on, in a low voice. She described the museum and the battle there; the flight across Mote Prime, the beginning of the war between Motie factions, and the landing in the street outside the Castle. She told of the final battle.

"My own Warriors lost," she finished. "Had they won, King Peter would have sent the midshipmen back to you. But once they were dead-it seemed better to attempt to deceive you."

"Lord God," Rod whispered. "So that's your secret. And we had all the clues, but-"

Someone was murmuring across the room. Chaplain Hardy. "Requiem aeternam donum est, Domine, et jux perpetuae

"Just how the hell do you think telling us this will help you?" Senator Fowler asked.

Charlie shrugged. "If you're going to exterminate us, you may as well know why. I'm trying to explain that the Masters will not surrender. King Peter might, but he doesn't control Mote Prime, much less the asteroid civilization. Someone will fight."

"As I predicted, my lords," Kutuzov said heavily. "And men and ships sent to accept surrender will be doomed. Perhaps Fleet as well. If we enter Mote System, it must be in full attack."

"Oh, boy," Senator Fowler muttered. "Yeah. I see your plan. You think we can't order an unprovoked attack, and maybe we won't send in a suicide mission first. Well, you read us wrong, Charlie. It'll mean my head, maybe, but all you've convinced me of is to give the Admiral his way. Sorry, Father, but that's the way I see it,"

The Senator's voice crackled across the room. "Admiral Kutuzov. You will hold your fleet in readiness, and it will accept no communications from any source without my prior approval. And I mean any source. Understood?"