The Reason

: The Highest ... Treason

"Let me ask you one thing, Tallis," MacMaine said. "Would you do

anything in your power to save Keroth from destruction? Anything, no

matter how drastic, if you knew that it would save Keroth in the long

run?"



"A foolish question. Of course I would. I would give my life."



"Your life? A mere nothing. A pittance. Any man could give his life.

Would you consent to live forever for Keroth?"



Tallis shook his head as though he were puzzled. "Live forever? That's

twice or three times you've said something about that. I don't

understand you."



"Would you consent to live forever as a filthy curse on the lips of

every Kerothi old enough to speak? Would you consent to be a vile,

inhuman monster whose undead spirit would hang over your homeland like

an evil miasma for centuries to come, whose very name would touch a

flame of hatred in the minds of all who heard it?"



"That's a very melodramatic way of putting it," the Kerothi said, "but

I believe I understand what you mean. Yes, I would consent to that if

it would be the only salvation of Keroth."



"Would you slaughter helpless millions of your own people so that other

billions might survive? Would you ruthlessly smash your system of

government and your whole way of life if it were the only way to save

the people themselves?"



"I'm beginning to see what you're driving at," Tallis said slowly. "And

if it is what I think it is, I think I would like to kill you--very

slowly."



"I know, I know. But you haven't answered my question. Would you do

those things to save your people?"



"I would," said Tallis coldly. "Don't misunderstand me. I do not loathe

you for what you have done to your own people; I hate you for what you

have done to mine."



"That's as it should be," said MacMaine. His head was clearing up more

now. He realized that he had been talking a little wildly at first. Or

was he really insane? Had he been insane from the beginning? No. He

knew with absolute clarity that every step he had made had been cold,

calculating, and ruthless, but utterly and absolutely sane.



He suddenly wished that he had shot Tallis without wakening him. If his

mind hadn't been in such a state of shock, he would have. There was no

need to torture the man like this.



"Go on," said Tallis, in a voice that had suddenly become devoid of all

emotion. "Tell it all."



"Earth was stagnating," MacMaine said, surprised at the sound of his

own voice. He hadn't intended to go on. But he couldn't stop now. "You

saw how it was. Every standard had become meaningless because no

standard was held to be better than any other standard. There was no

beauty because beauty was superior to ugliness and we couldn't allow

superiority or inferiority. There was no love because in order to love

someone or something you must feel that it is in some way superior to

that which is not loved. I'm not even sure I know what those terms

mean, because I'm not sure I ever thought anything was beautiful, I'm

not sure I ever loved anything. I only read about such things in books.

But I know I felt the emptiness inside me where those things should

have been.



"There was no morality, either. People did not refrain from stealing

because it was wrong, but simply because it was pointless to steal what

would be given to you if you asked for it. There was no right or wrong.



"We had a form of social contract that we called 'marriage,' but it

wasn't the same thing as marriage was in the old days. There was no

love. There used to be a crime called 'adultery,' but even the word had

gone out of use on the Earth I knew. Instead, it was considered

antisocial for a woman to refuse to give herself to other men; to do so

might indicate that she thought herself superior or thought her husband

to be superior to other men. The same thing applied to men in their

relationships with women other than their wives. Marriage was a social

contract that could be made or broken at the whim of the individual. It

served no purpose because it meant nothing, neither party gained

anything by the contract that they couldn't have had without it. But a

wedding was an excuse for a gala party at which the couple were the

center of attention. So the contract was entered into lightly for the

sake of a gay time for a while, then broken again so that the game

could be played with someone else--the game of Musical Bedrooms."



He stopped and looked down at the helpless Kerothi. "That doesn't mean

much to you, does it? In your society, women are chattel, to be owned,

bought, and sold. If you see a woman you want, you offer a price to her

father or brother or husband--whoever the owner might be. Then she's

yours until you sell her to another. Adultery is a very serious crime

on Kerothi, but only because it's an infringement of property rights.

There's not much love lost there, either, is there?



"I wonder if either of us knows what love is, Tallis?"



"I love my people," Tallis said grimly.



MacMaine was startled for a moment. He'd never thought about it that

way. "You're right, Tallis," he said at last. "You're right. We do

know. And because I loved the human race, in spite of its stagnation

and its spirit of total mediocrity, I did what I had to do."



"You will pardon me," Tallis said, with only the faintest bit of acid

in his voice, "if I do not understand exactly what it is that you did."

Then his voice grew softer. "Wait. Perhaps I do understand. Yes, of

course."



"You think you understand?" MacMaine looked at him narrowly.



"Yes. I said that I am not a psychomedic, and my getting angry with you

proves it. You fought hard and well for Keroth, Sepastian, and, in

doing so, you had to kill many of your own race. It is not easy for a

man to do, no matter how much your reason tells you it must be done.

And now, in the face of death, remorse has come. I do not completely

understand the workings of the Earthman's mind, but I----"



* * * * *



"That's just it; you don't," MacMaine interrupted. "Thanks for trying

to find an excuse for me, Tallis, but I'm afraid it isn't so. Listen.



"I had to find out what Earth was up against. I had a pretty good idea

already that the Kerothi would win--would wipe us out or enslave us to

the last man. And, after I had seen Keroth, I was certain of it. So I

sent a message back to Earth, telling them what they were up against,

because, up 'til then they hadn't known. As soon as they knew, they

reacted as they have always done when they are certain that they face

danger. They fought. They unleashed the chained-down intelligence of

the few extraordinary Earthmen, and they released the fighting spirit

of even the ordinary Earthmen. And they won!"



Tallis shook his head. "You sent no message, Sepastian. You were

watched. You know that. You could not have sent a message."



"You saw me send it," MacMaine said. "So did everyone else in the

fleet. Hokotan helped me send it--made all the arrangements at my

orders. But because you do not understand the workings of the

Earthman's mind, you didn't even recognize it as a message.



"Tallis, what would your people have done if an invading force, which

had already proven that it could whip Keroth easily, did to one of your

planets what we did on Houston's World?"



"If the enemy showed us that they could easily beat us and then hanged

the whole population of a planet for resisting? Why, we would be fools

to resist. Unless, of course, we had a secret weapon in a hidden

pocket, the way Earth had."



"No, Tallis; no. That's where you're making your mistake. Earth didn't

have that weapon until after the massacre on Houston's World. Let me

ask you another thing: Would any Kerothi have ordered that massacre?"



"I doubt it," Tallis said slowly. "Killing that many potential slaves

would be wasteful and expensive. We are fighters, not butchers. We kill

only when it is necessary to win; the remainder of the enemy is taken

care of as the rightful property of the conqueror."



"Exactly. Prisoners were part of the loot, and it's foolish to destroy

loot. I noticed that in your history books. I noticed, too, that in

such cases, the captives recognized the right of the conqueror to

enslave them, and made no trouble. So, after Earth's forces get to

Keroth, I don't think we'll have any trouble with you."



"Not if they set us an example like Houston's World," Tallis said, "and

can prove that resistance is futile. But I don't understand the

message. What was the message and how did you send it?"



"The massacre on Houston's World was the message, Tallis. I even told

the Staff, when I suggested it. I said that such an act would strike

terror into the minds of Earthmen.



"And it did, Tallis; it did. But that terror was just the goad they

needed to make them fight. They had to sit up and take notice. If the

Kerothi had gone on the way they were going, taking one planet after

another, as they planned, the Kerothi would have won. The people of

each planet would think, 'It can't happen here.' And, since they felt

that nothing could be superior to anything else, they were complacently

certain that they couldn't be beat. Of course, maybe Earth couldn't

beat you, either, but that was all right; it just proved that there was

no such thing as superiority.



"But Houston's World jarred them--badly. It had to. 'Hell does more

than Heaven can to wake the fear of God in man.' They didn't recognize

beauty, but I shoved ugliness down their throats; they didn't know love

and friendship, so I gave them hatred and fear.



"The committing of atrocities has been the mistake of aggressors

throughout Earth's history. The battle cries of countless wars have

called upon the people to remember an atrocity. Nothing else hits an

Earthman as hard as a vicious, brutal, unnecessary murder.



"So I gave them the incentive to fight, Tallis. That was my message."



Tallis was staring at him wide eyed. "You are insane."



"No. It worked. In six months, they found something that would enable

them to blast the devil Kerothi from the skies. I don't know what the

society of Earth is like now--and I never will. But at least I know

that men are allowed to think again. And I know they'll survive."



He suddenly realized how much time had passed. Had it been too long?

No. There would still be Earth ships prowling the vicinity, waiting for

any sign of a Kerothi ship that had hidden in the vastness of space by

not using its engines.



"I have some things I must do, Tallis," he said, standing up slowly.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"



Tallis frowned a little, as though he were trying to think of

something, but then he closed his eyes and relaxed. "No, Sepastian.

Nothing. Do whatever it is you have to do."



"Tallis," MacMaine said. Tallis didn't open his eyes, and MacMaine was

very glad of that. "Tallis, I want you to know that, in all my life,

you were the only friend I ever had."



The bright green eyes remained closed. "That may be so. Yes, Sepastian,

I honestly think you believe that."



"I do," said MacMaine, and shot him carefully through the head.