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He didn't want to believe it and knew he must. These Idealists who could master galaxies and tame the wild Markovians was there anything they could not do? "Not a game," Venor protested. "We planned this because we wanted you to see what you have seen. We wanted a man of Earth to know what we have done."
"Yes, I knew," said Venor quietly. "I planned it this way when word first came to us of your visit." "I think we are entitled to explanations," Cameron said at last. "We seem to have been pieces in a game we knew nothing about." And it had taken this long for the full impact of Venor's admission of teleportation to hit him. He closed his eyes in a moment's reaction of fright.
The other individuals he saw were almost entirely the old and very young the ones unsuitable as servants to the Markovians. Venor explained that family life among them paralleled in general that of the Masters. Whole Idealist families lived and served as units in the Markovian household.
"Who on Earth would believe what you have told me that a handful of meek, subservient Ids had conquered the mighty Markovian Nucleus?" He paused, looking at Joyce who returned his intense gaze. "Is that all?" said Venor finally. "No that is not all. After taking us to the heights and showing us everything that lies beyond, are you simply going to turn us away empty-handed?"
"Teleportation is the descriptive term in your language, I believe," said Venor. "It was rather urgent that you come without further delay so we resorted to it. Nothing else would do in the face of Marthasa's action. Sit down if you will, please. If you wish to rest or eat, your quarters are ready." "Our quarters ! Then you did expect us back. You knew this was going to happen exactly as it has!"
"With your powers of teleportation and other psionic abilities you must possess it should have been easy for you to control the Markovians directly, force them to cease their piracy " "Of course," said Venor. "That would have been so much easier for us. And so futile. The Markovians would have learned nothing through being taken over by us and operated externally.
You have forced us to believe you can tame such a vicious world as the Markovian Nucleus once was. "But where is there a life of your own? With all your powers you must live at the whim of other cultures. Where is your culture? Where is your own purpose? In spite of all you have, your life is a parasitical one." Venor smiled gently.
"The master is he who guides the destiny of a man or a race," said Venor almost in meditation. "He is not the man who gathers or disperses the wealth, or who builds the cities and the ships to the stars. The master is he who teaches what must be done with these things and how a people shall expend their lives." "And the Markovians do this, in obedience to you?" said Cameron whimsically.
"Yes," said Venor, "because we are there." There was a pathos about it that fired Cameron's anger. On scores of worlds there were primitive groups like this one, blinding themselves with a glory that didn't exist, in the grip of ancient, meaningless traditions.
"But you can't take a predatory, savage pirate and love him into decency!" Cameron protested. "No," Venor agreed. "It is too difficult ordinarily at that level, and wasteful of time and resources. But I didn't say that is what happened. You don't tame a wolf by loving it, but the cubs yes. And even pirates have cubs, who are susceptible to being loved. "The first weapon was hate.
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