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answer it. I wanted nothing less than to engage in conversation, but I realized that the interest he was showing now was just the kind I had tried to guide him to, earlier in the evening. If I could get him to understand us better, our motivations and ideals, perhaps even our frailties, there would be more hope for a compatible meeting of minds. "Among peoples of such mixed natures, such diverse histories and philosophies, and different ways of life, most administrative problems are problems of a choice of whims, of changing and conflicting goals; not how to do what a people want done, but what they want done, and whether their next generation will want it enough to make work on it, now, worthwhile."
"They sound insane," Trobt said. "Are your administrators supposed to serve the flickering goals of
demented minds?"
"We must weigh values. What is considered good may be a matter of viewpoint, and may change from place to place, from generation to generation. In determining what people feel and what their unvoiced wants are, a talent of strategy, and an impatience with the illogic of others, are not qualifications."
"The good is good, how can it change?" Trobt asked. "I do not understand." I saw that truly he could not understand, since he had seen nothing of the clash of philosophies among a mixed people. I tried to think of ways it could be explained; how to show him that a people who let their emotions control them more than their logic, would unavoidably do many things they could not justify or take pride in-but that that emotional predominance was what had enabled them to grow, and spread throughout their part of the galaxy-and be, in the main, happy. * * *
I was tired, achingly tired. More, the events of the long day, and Velda's heavier gravity had taken me to
the last stages of exhaustion. Yet I wanted to keep that weakness from Trobt. It was possible that he, and
the other Veldians, would judge the Humans by what they observed in me.
Trobt's attention was on his driving and he did not notice that I followed his conversation only with difficulty. "Have you had only the two weeks of practice in the Game, since you came?" he asked.
I kept my eyes open with an effort and breathed deeply. Velda's one continent, capping the planet on its upper third; merely touched what would have been a temperate zone. During its short summer its mean temperature hung in the low sixties. At night it dropped to near freezing. The cold night air bit into my lungs and drove the fog of exhaustion from my brain.
"No," I answered Trobt's question. "I learned it before I came. A chess adept wrote me, in answer to an article on chess, that a man from one of the outworlds had shown him a game of greater richness and flexibility than chess, with much the same feeling to the player, and had beaten him in three games of chess after only two games to learn it, and had said that on his own planet this chesslike game was the basis for the amount of authority with which a man is invested. The stranger would not name his planet.
"I hired an investigating agency to learn the whereabouts of this planet. There was none in the Ten Thousand Worlds. That meant that the man had been a very ingenious liar, or-that he had come from Velda."
"It was I, of course," Trobt acknowledged.
"I realized that from your conversation. The sender of the letter," I resumed, "was known to me as a
chess champion of two Worlds. The matter tantalized my thoughts for weeks, and finally I decided to try to arrange a visit to Velda. If you had this game, I wanted to try myself against your skilled ones."
"I understand that desire very well," Trobt said. "The same temptation caused me to be indiscreet when I
visited your Worlds. I have seldom been able to resist the opportunity for an intellectual gambit."
"It wasn't much more than a guess that I would find the Game on Velda," I said. "But the lure was too strong for me to pa.s.s it by."
"Even if you came intending to challenge, you had little enough time to learn to play as you have-
against men who have spent lifetimes learning. I'd like to try you again soon, if I may."
"Certainly." I was in little mood or condition to welcome any further polite conversation. And I did not
appreciate the irony of his request-to the best of my knowledge I was still under a sentence of early death.
Trobt must have caught the bleakness in my reply for he glanced quickly over his shoulder at me. "There
will be time," he said, gently for him. "Several days at least. You will be my guest." I knew that he was doing his best to be kind. His decision that I must die had not been prompted by any meanness of nature: To him it was only-inevitable.
* * * The next day I sat at one end of a Games table in a side wing of his home while Trobt leaned against the wall to my left. "Having a like nature I can well understand the impulse that brought you here," he said. "The supreme gamble. Playing-with your life the stake in the game. Nothing you've ever experienced can compare with it. And even now-when you have lost, and will die-you do not regret it, I'm certain."
"I'm afraid you're overestimating my courage, and misinterpreting my intentions," I told him, feeling instinctively that this would be a good time to again present my arguments. "I came because I hoped to reach a better understanding. We feel that an absolutely unnecessary war, with its resulting death and destruction, would be foolhardy. And I fail to see your viewpoint. Much of it strikes me as stupid racial
pride."
Trobt ignored the taunt. "The news of your coming is the first topic of conversation in The City," he said. "The clans understand that you have come to challenge; one man against a nation. They greatly admire your audacity."
Look," I said, becoming angry and slipping into Earthian. "I don't know whether you consider me a d.a.m.n fool or not. But if you think I came here expecting to die; that I'm looking forward to it with pleasure-"
He stopped me with an idle gesture of one hand. "You deceive yourself if you believe what you say," he commented. "Tell me this: Would you have stayed away if you had known just how great the risk was to be?"
I was surprised to find that I did not have a ready answer to his question. "Shall we play?" Trobt asked. * * *
We played three games; Trobt with great skill, employing diversified and ingenious attacks. But he still had that bit too much audacity in his execution. I won each time.
"You're undoubtedly a Master," Trobt said at the end of the third game. "But that isn't all of it. Would
you like me to tell you why I can't beat you?"
"Can you?" I asked.
"I think so," he said. "I wanted to try against you again and again, because each time it did not seem that
you had defeated me, but only that I had played badly, made childish blunders, and that I lost each game before we ever came to grips. Yet when I entered the duel against you a further time, I'd begin to blunder again."
He shoved his hands more deeply under his weapons belt, leaning back and observing me with his direct inspection. "My blundering then has to do with you, rather than myself," he said. "Your play is excellent, of course, but there is more beneath the surface than above. This is your talent: You lose the first game to see an opponent's weakness-and play it against him."
I could not deny it. But neither would I concede it. Any small advantage I might hold would be sorely
needed later.
"I understand Humans a little," Trobt said. "Enough to know that very few of them would come to challenge us without some other purpose. They have no taste for death, with glory or without."
Again I did not reply.
"I believe," Trobt said, "that you came here to challenge in your own way, which is to find any weakness we might have, either in our military, or in some odd way, in our very selves."
Once again-with a minimum of help from me-he had arrived in his reasoning at a correct answer.
From here on-against this man-I would have to walk a narrow line.
"I think," Trobt said more slowly, glancing down at the board between us, then back at my expression, "that this may be the First Game, and that you are more dangerous than you seem, that you are accepting
the humiliation of allowing yourself to be thought of as weaker than you are, in actuality. You intend to find our weakness, and you expect somehow to tell your states what you find."
I looked across at him without moving. "What weakness do you fear I've seen?" I countered.
Trobt placed his hands carefully on the board in front of him and rose to his feet. Before he could say what he intended a small boy pulling something like a toy riding-horse behind him came into the game room and grabbed Trobt's trouser leg. He was the first blond child I had seen on Velda.
The boy pointed at the swords on the wall. "Da," he said beseechingly, making reaching motions. "Da."
Trobt kept his attention on me. After a moment a faint humorless smile moved his lips. He seemed to
grow taller, with the impression a strong man gives when he remembers his strength. "You will find no weakness," he said. He sat down again and placed the child on his lap.
The boy grabbed immediately at the abacus hanging on Trobt's belt and began playing with it, while
Trobt stroked his hair. All the Veldians dearly loved children, I had noticed.
"Do you have any idea how many of our s.h.i.+ps were used to wipe out your fleet?" he asked abruptly.
As I allowed myself to show the interest I felt he put a hand on the boy's shoulder and leaned forward.
"One," he said. * * * I very nearly called Trobt a liar-one s.h.i.+p obliterating a thousand-before I remembered that Veldians were not liars, and that Trobt obviously was not lying. Somehow this small under-populated planet had developed a science of weapons that vastly exceeded that of the Ten Thousand Worlds. I had thought that perhaps my vacation on this Games-mad planet would result in some mutual information that would bring quick negotiation or conciliation: That players of a chesslike game would be easy to approach: That I would meet men intelligent enough to see the absurdity of such an ill-fated war against the overwhelming odds of the Ten Thousand Worlds Federation. Intelligent enough to foresee the disaster that would result from such a fight. It began to look as if the disaster might be to the Ten Thousand and not to the one.
Thinking, I walked alone in Trobt's roof garden.
Walking in Velda's heavy gravity took more energy than I cared to expend, but too long a period without exercise brought a dull ache to the muscles of my shoulders and at the base of my neck.
This was my third evening in the house. I had slept at least ten hours each night since I arrived, and
found myself exhausted at day's end, unless I was able to take a nap or lie down during the afternoon.
The flowers and shrubbery in the garden seemed to feel the weight of gravity also, for most of them grew low, and many sent creepers out along the ground. Overhead strange formations of stars cl.u.s.tered thickly and shed a glow on the garden very like Earth's moonlight.
I was just beginning to feel the heavy drag in my leg tendons when a woman's voice said, "Why don't
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