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Updated: June 14, 2025
The Terrans came and brought oomphel to the world; this a sign that the Last Hot Time is at hand." "What the devil is oomphel?" The lieutenant was mopping the back of his neck with one hand, now, and trying to pull his sticky tunic loose from his body with the other. "I hear that word all the time." "Well, most Terrans, including the old Kwannon hands, use it to mean trade-goods.
The one on the right, from the same point, gave a view in the opposite direction, to the east. The middle screen presented a magnified view of the navigational globe on the bridge. Viewscreens were no novelty to the shoonoon. They were a very familiar type of oomphel. He didn't even need to do more than tell them that the little spot of light on the globe would show the position of the ship.
"You, yourselves, say that we Terrans have no need for magic, because the oomphel works magic for us. This is real. If the People get the Oomphel Secret, how much need will they have for you shoonoon?" Evidently that hadn't occurred to them before. There was a brief flurry of whispered whooshed, rather conversation, and then they were silent again.
Of course there'd be an Oomphel-Mother; how else would there be oomphel? "The World of the Terrans is far away from the World of People, as we have always told you. When the Great Spirit made it He gave it only an Always-Same, and no Sky Fire.
He did this privately, so that I would not be made to look small to the people of the village." And that had infuriated EETA; it was a question whether unofficial help to the natives or support of the prestige of a shoonoo had angered them more. "His father was a trader; he gave good oomphel, and did not cheat.
They'll work hard on the plantations, so that we can have plenty of biocrystals, and their shoonoon will work magic for us, to help us poor benighted Terrans to grow souls for ourselves, so that we can almost be like them. Of course, they'll have a chance to exploit us, and get oomphel from us, too, but the important thing will be to help the poor Terrans.
There was a pause of a few seconds. Then they burst out, in a hundred and eighty-four no, three hundred and sixty eight voices: "The Oomphel Secret, Mailsh Heelbare?" He nodded slowly. "Yes. The Oomphel Secret will be given." He leaned back and relaxed again while they were getting over the excitement. Foxx Travis looked at him apprehensively. "Rushing things, aren't you?
"The Terrans whom the Great Spirit made lived for a long time, and then, one day, a man and a woman found a crack in a rock, and went inside, and they found the cave of the Oomphel-Mother, and the Oomphel-Mother in it. So they called all the other Terrans, and they brought the Oomphel-Mother out, and the Oomphel-Mother began to bring forth Oomphel.
What are you going to tell them?" "Oh, a big pack of lies, I suppose," Edith Shaw said scornfully. Behind her and Travis, the native noncom interpreter was muttering something in his own language that translated roughly as: "This better be good!" The shoonoon had quieted, now, and were waiting breathlessly. "But if the Oomphel Secret is given, what will become of the shoonoon?" he asked.
"You have done well, Grandfathers. You will not be thrown out by the People like broken pots; you will be greater among them than ever. I will show you how this will be. "But first, I must speak around the Oomphel Secret." He groped briefly for a comprehensible analogy, and thought of a native vegetable, layered like an onion, with a hard kernel in the middle.
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