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The sophistry of the Minister was refuted on the spot by his own confession that the Balta pogrom was due to "a false rumor charging the Jews with having undermined the local Greek-Orthodox church," in other words, that the cause of the Balta pogrom was not to be traced to any tendencies within Jewry but rather to the agitation of evil-minded Jew-baiters.
The Jews of Balta were soon to learn that their humility was ill-requited by the highly-placed promoters of the riots. In the beginning of August, Governor-General Drenteln came to Balta.
With rains only about once in three years that spot will look like that indefinitely." "Yes," Tuman agreed, running along, "if they didn't see the smoke!" As the craft neared they could make out the orange and green of the Martian army. "From the fort," Murray guessed. "Scar Balta must have had his doubts about me. He ordered them out to finish the job, if necessary."
"Do not anticipate events, my friend! There are certain arrangements to be made with the bankers regarding the election of a solar governor!" His large gray eyes burned. "Solar governor! Never in history has there been a governor of the entire solar system. Destiny shapes all things to her end, and then produces a man to fill her needs!" "And that man sits here beside me, Balta added adroitly.
It was on this occasion that those wild, savage scenes of murder, rapine, and plunder took place, the account of which as published in the newspapers is but the pale shadow of the real facts.... The pogrom of Balta was called forth not by the mere inactivity but by the direct activity of the local authorities.
Murray muttered, sitting up. "I've got an idea it's going to be a hard day." But they were not offered any water. Instead they were again conducted before Scar Balta, who looked at them morosely. At last he remarked gruffly: "If you tin sojers weren't so cursed stubborn, you could get yourself a nice berth in the Martian army. Ever consider that?" "Talk sense!" Sime said contemptously.
As prince consort, Scar would then find it a simple matter to maneuver himself into position as authentic king. But without the princess! Ah, that was something else again! For the first time in his devious and successful career, Scar Balta felt distinctly unhappy.
Her mind is as keen and limpid as a diamond. She swims like an eel...." He sighed. "I thought she and I saw eye to eye in this matter. Not more than a week ago she seemed eager for news of the accord I was arranging. She had no great aversion to Scar Balta. Now she says she will die before she espouses him."
He bowed ironically, and the men all laughed. Balta grinned too. "Still the same mind, Hemingway? All right, men, take him up to the observation post. Here, Murray, have a drink." Sime was led up a seemingly endless circular staircase. After an interminable climb he saw the purplish Martian sky through the glass doors of an airlock.
"On the fish buyer's barge, in the teletabloid machine, I saw the forecast of her wedding to Scar Balta. And I'll swear it's the same girl!" "And why," queried his wife, "would she be swimming in the middle of the canal if she was getting ready to marry Scar Balta?" "That's just it!" the deacon exclaimed, and his eyes began to roll again. "They say it's not a love match!
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