Title: The Blue Tower
Author: Smith, Evelyn E., 1927-2000
Language: English
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THE

BLUE

TOWER



By EVELYN E. SMITH



_As the vastly advanced guardians
of mankind, the Belphins knew how
to make a lesson stick--but whom?_



Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS



Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy, February,
1958. Extensive research did not reveal any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed.

Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.



Ludovick Eversole sat in the golden sunshine outside his house, writing
a poem as he watched the street flow gently past him. There were very
few people on it, for he lived in a slow part of town, and those who
went in for travel generally preferred streets where the pace was
quicker.

Moreover, on a sultry spring afternoon like this one, there would be
few people wandering abroad. Most would be lying on sun-kissed white
beaches or in sun-drenched parks, or, for those who did not fancy being
either kissed or drenched by the sun, basking in the comfort of their
own air-conditioned villas.

Some would, like Ludovick, be writing poems; others composing
symphonies; still others painting pictures. Those who were without
creative talent or the inclination to indulge it would be relaxing
their well-kept golden bodies in whatever surroundings they had chosen
to spend this particular one of the perfect days that stretched in an
unbroken line before every member of the human race from the cradle to
the crematorium.

Only the Belphins were much in evidence. Only the Belphins had duties
to perform. Only the Belphins worked.

Ludovick stretched his own well-kept golden body and rejoiced in the
knowing that he was a man and not a Belphin. Immediately afterward,
he was sorry for the heartless thought. Didn't the Belphins work only
to serve humanity? How ungrateful, then, it was to gloat over them!
Besides, he comforted himself, probably, if the truth were known, the
Belphins _liked_ to work. He hailed a passing Belphin for assurance on
this point.

Courteous, like all members of his species, the creature leaped from
the street and listened attentively to the young man's question. "We
Belphins have but one like and one dislike," he replied. "We like what
is right and we dislike what is wrong."

"But how can you tell what is right and what is wrong?" Ludovick
persisted.

"We _know_," the Belphin said, gazing reverently across the city to
the blue spire of the tower where The Belphin of Belphins dwelt, in
constant communication with every member of his race at all times,
or so they said. "That is why we were placed in charge of humanity.
Someday you, too, may advance to the point where you _know_, and we
shall return whence we came."

"But _who_ placed you in charge," Ludovick asked, "and whence _did_
you come?" Fearing he might seem motivated by vulgar curiosity, he
explained, "I am doing research for an epic poem."

                     *      *      *      *      *

A lifetime spent under their gentle guardianship had made Ludovick
able to interpret the expression that flitted across this Belphin's
frontispiece as a sad, sweet smile.

"We come from beyond the stars," he said. Ludovick already knew that;
he had hoped for something a little more specific. "We were placed in
power by those who had the right. And the power through which we rule
is the power of love! Be happy!"

And with that conventional farewell (which also served as a greeting),
he stepped onto the sidewalk and was borne off. Ludovick looked after
him pensively for a moment, then shrugged. Why _should_ the Belphins
surrender their secrets to gratify the idle curiosity of a poet?

Ludovick packed his portable scriptwriter in its case and went to call
on the girl next door, whom he loved with a deep and intermittently
requited passion.

As he passed between the tall columns leading into the Flockhart
courtyard, he noted with regret that there were quite a number of
Corisande's relatives present, lying about sunning themselves and
sipping beverages which probably touched the legal limit of
intoxicatability.

Much as he hated to think harshly of anyone, he did not like Corisande
Flockhart's relatives. He had never known anybody who had as many
relatives as she did, and sometimes he suspected they were not all
related to her. Then he would dismiss the thought as unworthy of him or
any right-thinking human being. He loved Corisande for herself alone
and not for her family. Whether they were actually her family or not
was none of his business.

"Be happy!" he greeted the assemblage cordially, sitting down beside
Corisande on the tessellated pavement.

"Bah!" said old Osmond Flockhart, Corisande's grandfather. Ludovick was
sure that, underneath his crustiness, the gnarled patriarch hid a heart
of gold. Although he had been mining assiduously, the young man had not
yet been able to strike that vein; however, he did not give up hope,
for not giving up hope was one of the principles that his wise old
Belphin teacher had inculcated in him. Other principles were to lead
the good life and keep healthy.

"Now, Grandfather," Corisande said, "no matter what your politics, that
does not excuse impoliteness."

Ludovick wished she would not allude so blatantly to politics, because
he had a lurking notion that Corisande's "family" was, in fact, a band
of conspirators ... such as still dotted the green and pleasant planet
and proved by their existence that Man was not advancing anywhere
within measurable distance of that totality of knowledge implied by
the Belphin.

You could tell malcontents, even if they did not voice their
dissatisfactions, by their faces. The vast majority of the human race,
living good and happy lives, had smooth and pleasant faces. Malcontents'
faces were lined and sometimes, in extreme cases, furrowed. Everyone
could easily tell who they were by looking at them, and most people
avoided them.

                     *      *      *      *      *

It was not that griping was illegal, for the Belphins permitted free
speech and reasonable conspiracy; it was that such behavior was
considered ungenteel. Ludovick would never have dreamed of associating
with this set of neighbors, once he had discovered their tendencies,
had he not lost his heart to the purple-eyed Corisande at their first
meeting.

"Politeness, bah!" old Osmond said. "To see a healthy young man
simply--simply accepting the status quo!"

"If the status quo is a good status quo," Ludovick said uneasily, for
he did not like to discuss such subjects, "why should I not accept it?
We have everything we could possibly want. What do we lack?"

"Our freedom," Osmond retorted.

"But we _are_ free," Ludovick said, perplexed. "We can say what we
like, do what we like, so long as it is consonant with the public
good."

"Ah, but who determines what is consonant with the public good?"

Ludovick could no longer temporize with truth, even for Corisande's
sake. "Look here, old man, I have read books. I know about the old days
before the Belphins came from the stars. Men were destroying themselves
quickly through wars, or slowly through want. There is none of that any
more."

"All lies and exaggeration," old Osmond said. "_My_ grandfather told me
that, when the Belphins took over Earth, they rewrote all the textbooks
to suit their own purposes. Now nothing but Belphin propaganda is
taught in the schools."

"But surely some of what they teach about the past must be true,"
Ludovick insisted. "And today every one of us has enough to eat and
drink, a place to live, beautiful garments to wear, and all the time in
the world to utilize as he chooses in all sorts of pleasant activities.
What is missing?"

"They've taken away our frontiers!"

Behind his back, Corisande made a little filial face at Ludovick.

Ludovick tried to make the old man see reason. "But I'm happy. And
everybody is happy, except--except a few _killjoys_ like you."

"They certainly did a good job of brainwashing you, boy," Osmond
sighed. "And of most of the young ones," he added mournfully. "With
each succeeding generation, more of our heritage is lost." He patted
the girl's hand. "You're a good girl, Corrie. You don't hold with this
being cared for like some damn pet poodle."

"Never mind Osmond, Eversole," one of Corisande's alleged uncles
grinned. "He talks a lot, but of course he doesn't mean a quarter of
what he says. Come, have some wine."

                     *      *      *      *      *

He handed a glass to Ludovick. Ludovick sipped and coughed. It tasted
as if it were well above the legal alcohol limit, but he didn't like to
say anything. They were taking an awful risk, though, doing a thing
like that. If they got caught, they might receive a public
scolding--which was, of course, no more than they deserved--but he
could not bear to think of Corisande exposed to such an ordeal.

"It's only reasonable," the uncle went on, "that older people should
have a--a thing about being governed by foreigners."

Ludovick smiled and set his nearly full glass down on a plinth. "You
could hardly call the Belphins foreigners; they've been on Earth longer
than even the oldest of us."

"You seem to be pretty chummy with 'em," the uncle said, looking
narrow-eyed at Ludovick.

"No more so than any other loyal citizen," Ludovick replied.

The uncle sat up and wrapped his arms around his thick bare legs. He
was a powerful, hairy brute of a creature who had not taken advantage
of the numerous cosmetic techniques offered by the benevolent Belphins.
"Don't you think it's funny they can breathe our air so easily?"

"Why shouldn't they?" Ludovick bit into an apple that Corisande handed
him from one of the dishes of fruit and other delicacies strewn about
the courtyard. "It's excellent air," he continued through a full mouth,
"especially now that it's all purified. I understand that in the old
days----"

"Yes," the uncle said, "but don't you think it's a coincidence they
breathe exactly the same kind of air we do, considering they claim to
come from another solar system?"

"No coincidence at all," said Ludovick shortly, no longer able to
pretend he didn't know what the other was getting at. He had heard the
ugly rumor before. Of course sacrilege was not illegal, but it was in
bad taste. "Only one combination of elements spawns intelligent life."

"They say," the uncle continued, impervious to Ludovick's unconcealed
dislike for the subject, "that there's really only one Belphin, who
lives in the Blue Tower--in a tank or something, because he can't
breathe our atmosphere--and that the others are a sort of robot he
sends out to do his work for him."

"Nonsense!" Ludovick was goaded to irritation at last. "How could a
robot have that delicate play of expression, that subtle economy of
movement?"

Corisande and the uncle exchanged glances. "But they are absolutely
blank," the uncle began hesitantly. "Perhaps, with your rich poetic
imagination...."

"See?" old Osmond remarked with satisfaction. "The kid's brain-washed.
I told you so."

                     *      *      *      *      *

"Even if The Belphin is a single entity," Ludovick went on, "that
doesn't necessarily make him less benevolent----"

He was again interrupted by the grandfather. "I won't listen to any
more of this twaddle. Benevolent, bah! He or she or it or them is or
are just plain exploiting us! Taking our mineral resources away--I've
seen 'em loading ore on the spaceships--and----"

"--and exchanging it for other resources from the stars," Ludovick said
tightly, "without which we could not have the perfectly balanced
society we have today. Without which we would be, technologically, back
in the dark ages from which they rescued us."

"It's not the stuff they bring in from outside that runs this technology,"
the uncle said. "It's some power they've got that we can't seem to figure
out. Though Lord knows we've tried," he added musingly.

"Of course they have their own source of power," Ludovick informed
them, smiling to himself, for his old Belphin teacher had taken great
care to instill a sense of humor into him. "A Belphin was explaining
that to me only today."

Twenty heads swiveled toward him. He felt uncomfortable, for he was a
modest young man and did not like to be the cynosure of all eyes.

"Tell us, dear boy," the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the
plinth and filling it, "what exactly did he say?"

"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love."

The glass crashed to the tesserae as the uncle uttered a very unworthy
word.

"And I suppose it was love that killed Mieczyslaw and George when they
tried to storm the Blue Tower----" old Osmond began, then halted at the
looks he was getting from everybody.

Ludovick could no longer pretend his neighbors were a group of eccentrics
whom he himself was eccentric enough to regard as charming.

"So!" He stood up and wrapped his mantle about him. "I knew you were
against the government, and, of course, you have a legal right to disagree
with its policies, but I didn't think you were actual--actual--" he
dredged a word up out of his schooldays--"_anarchists_."

[Illustration]

He turned to the girl, who was looking thoughtful as she stroked the
glittering jewel that always hung at her neck. "Corisande, how can you
stay with these--" he found another word--"these _subversives_?"

She smiled sadly. "Don't forget: they're my family, Ludovick, and I owe
them dutiful respect, no matter how pig-headed they are." She pressed
his hand. "But don't give up hope."

That rang a bell inside his brain. "I won't," he vowed, giving her hand
a return squeeze. "I promise I won't."

                     *      *      *      *      *

Outside the Flockhart villa, he paused, struggling with his inner self.
It was an unworthy thing to inform upon one's neighbors; on the other
hand, could he stand idly by and let those neighbors attempt to destroy
the social order? Deciding that the greater good was the more
important--and that, moreover, it was the only way of taking Corisande
away from all this--he went in search of a Belphin. That is, he waited
until one glided past and called to him to leave the walk.

"I wish to report a conspiracy at No. 7 Mimosa Lane," he said. "The
girl is innocent, but the others are in it to the hilt."

The Belphin appeared to think for a minute. Then he gave off a smile.
"Oh, them," he said. "We know. They are harmless."

"Harmless!" Ludovick repeated. "Why, I understand they've already tried
to--to attack the Blue Tower by _force_!"

"Quite. And failed. For we are protected from hostile forces, as you
were told earlier, by the power of love."

Ludovick knew, of course, that the Belphin used the word _love_
metaphorically, that the Tower was protected by a series of highly
efficient barriers of force to repel attackers--barriers which, he
realized now, from the sad fate of Mieczyslaw and George, were
potentially lethal. However, he did not blame the Belphin for being
so cagy about his race's source of power, not with people like the
Flockharts running about subverting and whatnot.

"You certainly do have a wonderful intercommunication system," he
murmured.

"Everything about us is wonderful," the Belphin said noncommittally.
"That's why we're so good to you people. Be happy!" And he was off.

But Ludovick could not be happy. He wasn't precisely sad yet, but he
was thoughtful. Of course the Belphins knew better than he did, but
still.... Perhaps they underestimated the seriousness of the Flockhart
conspiracy. On the other hand, perhaps it was he who was taking the
Flockharts too seriously. Maybe he should investigate further before
doing anything rash.

Later that night, he slipped over to the Flockhart villa and nosed
about in the courtyard until he found the window behind which the
family was conspiring. He peered through a chink in the curtains, so
he could both see and hear.

Corisande was saying, "And so I think there is a lot in what Ludovick
said...."

Bless her, he thought emotionally. Even in the midst of her plotting,
she had time to spare a kind word for him. And then it hit him: _she,
too, was a plotter_.

"You suggest that we try to turn the power of love against the Belphins?"
the uncle asked ironically.

Corisande gave a rippling laugh as she twirled her glittering pendant.
"In a manner of speaking," she said. "I have an idea for a secret
weapon which might do the trick----"

                     *      *      *      *      *

At that moment, Ludovick stumbled over a jug which some careless
relative had apparently left lying about the courtyard. It crashed to
the tesserae, spattering Ludovick's legs and sandals with a liquid
which later proved to be extremely red wine.

"There's someone outside!" the uncle declared, half-rising.

"Nonsense!" Corisande said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "I didn't
hear anything."

The uncle looked dubious, and Ludovick thought it prudent to withdraw
at this point. Besides, he had heard enough. Corisande--his Corisande--was
an integral part of the conspiracy.

He lay down to sleep that night beset by doubts. If he told the
Belphins about the conspiracy, he would be betraying Corisande. As a
matter of fact, he now remembered, he _had_ already told them about
the conspiracy and they hadn't believed him. But supposing he could
_convince_ them, how could he give Corisande up to them? True, it was
the right thing to do--but, for the first time in his life, he could
not bring himself to do what he knew to be right. He was weak, weak--and
weakness was sinful. His old Belphin teacher had taught him that, too.

As Ludovick writhed restlessly upon his bed, he became aware that
someone had come into his chamber.

"Ludovick," a soft, beloved voice whispered, "I have come to ask your
help...." It was so dark, he could not see her; he knew where she was
only by the glitter of the jewel on her neck-chain as it arced through
the blackness.

"Corisande...." he breathed.

"Ludovick...." she sighed.

Now that the amenities were over, she resumed, "Against my will, I have
been involved in the family plot. My uncle has invented a secret weapon
which he believes will counteract the power of the barriers."

"But I thought you devised it!"

"So it _was_ you in the courtyard. Well, what happened was I wanted to
gain time, so I said I had a secret weapon of my own invention which I
had not perfected, but which would cost considerably less than my
uncle's model. We have to watch the budget, you know, because we can
hardly expect the Belphins to supply the components for this job.
Anyhow, I thought that, while my folks were waiting for me to finish
it, you would have a chance to warn the Belphins."

"Corisande," he murmured, "you are as noble and clever as you are
beautiful."

                     *      *      *      *      *

Then he caught the full import of her remarks. "_Me!_ But they won't
pay any attention to me!"

"How do you know?" When he remained silent, she said, "I suppose you've
already tried to warn them about us."

"I--I said _you_ had nothing to do with the plot."

"That was good of you." She continued in a warmer tone: "How many
Belphins did you warn, then?"

"Just one. When you tell one something, you tell them all. You know
that. Everyone knows that."

"That's just theory," she said. "It's never been proven. All we do know
is that they have some sort of central clearing house of information,
presumably The Belphin of Belphins. But we don't know that they are
incapable of thinking or acting individually. We don't really know much
about them at all; they're very secretive."

"Aloof," he corrected her, "as befits a ruling race. But always
affable."

"You must warn as many Belphins as you can."

"And if none listens to me?"

"Then," she said dramatically, "you must approach The Belphin of
Belphins himself."

"But no human being has ever come near him!" he said plaintively. "You
know that all those who have tried perished. And that can't be a rumor,
because your grandfather said----"

"But they came to _attack_ The Belphin. You're coming to _warn_ him!
That makes a big difference. Ludovick...." She took his hands in hers;
in the darkness, the jewel swung madly on her presumably heaving bosom.
"This is bigger than both of us. It's for Earth."

He knew it was his patriotic duty to do as she said; still, he had
enjoyed life so much. "Corisande, wouldn't it be much simpler if we
just destroyed your uncle's secret weapon?"

"He'd only make another. Don't you see, Ludovick, this is our only
chance to save the Belphins, to save humanity.... But, of course, I
don't have the right to send you. I'll go myself."

"No, Corisande," he sighed. "I can't let you go. I'll do it."

                     *      *      *      *      *

Next morning, he set out to warn Belphins. He knew it wasn't much use,
but it was all he could do. The first half dozen responded in much the
same way the Belphin he had warned the previous day had done, by
courteously acknowledging his solicitude and assuring him there was no
need for alarm; they knew all about the Flockharts and everything would
be all right.

After that, they started to get increasingly huffy--which would, he
thought, substantiate the theory that they were all part of one vast
coordinate network of identity. Especially since each Belphin behaved
as if Ludovick had been repeatedly annoying _him_.

Finally, they refused to get off the walks when he hailed them--which
was unheard of, for no Belphin had ever before failed to respond to an
Earthman's call--and when he started running along the walks after
them, they ran much faster than he could.

At last he gave up and wandered about the city for hours, speaking to
neither human nor Belphin, wondering what to do. That is, he knew what
he had to do; he was wondering _how_ to do it. He would never be able
to reach The Belphin of Belphins. No human being had ever done it.
Mieczyslaw and George had died trying to reach him (or it). Even though
their intentions had been hostile and Ludovick's would be helpful,
there was little chance he would be allowed to reach The Belphin with
all the other Belphins against him. What guarantee was there that The
Belphin would not be against him, too?

And yet he knew that he would have to risk his life; there was no help
for it. He had never wanted to be a hero, and here he had heroism
thrust upon him. He knew he could not succeed; equally well, he knew he
could not turn back, for his Belphin teacher had instructed him in the
meaning of duty.

It was twilight when he approached the Blue Tower. Commending himself
to the Infinite Virtue, he entered. The Belphin at the reception desk
did not give off the customary smiling expression. In fact, he seemed
to radiate a curiously apprehensive aura.

"Go back, young man," he said. "You're not wanted here."

"I must see The Belphin of Belphins. I must warn him against the
Flockharts."

"He has been warned," the receptionist told him. "Go home and be
happy!"

"I don't trust you or your brothers. I must see The Belphin himself."

Suddenly this particular Belphin lost his commanding manners. He began
to wilt, insofar as so rigidly constructed a creature could go limp.
"Please, we've done so much for you. Do this for us."

"The Belphin of Belphins did things for us," Ludovick countered. "You
are all only his followers. How do I know you are _really_ following
him? How do I know you haven't turned against him?"

Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward.
The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was
a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility
that he struck.

The Belphin collapsed completely, flying apart in a welter of fragile
springs and gears. The fact was of some deeper significance, Ludovick
knew, but he was too numbed by his incredible success to be able to
think clearly. All he knew was that The Belphin would be able to
explain things to him.

                     *      *      *      *      *

Bells began to clash and clang. That meant the force barriers had gone
up. He could see the shimmering insubstance of the first one before
him. Squaring his shoulders, he charged it ... and walked right through.
He looked himself up and down. He was alive and entire.

Then the whole thing was a fraud; the barriers were not lethal--or
perhaps even actual. But what of Mieczyslaw? And George? And countless
rumored others? He would not let himself even try to think of them. He
would not let himself even try to think of anything save his duty.

A staircase spiraled up ahead of him. A Belphin was at its foot. Behind
him, a barrier iridesced.

"Please, young man----" the Belphin began. "You don't understand. Let
me explain."

But Ludovick destroyed the thing before it could say anything further,
and he passed right through the barrier. He had to get to the top and
warn The Belphin of Belphins, whoever or whatever he (or it) was, that
the Flockharts had a secret weapon which might be able to annihilate it
(or him). Belphin after Belphin Ludovick destroyed, and barrier after
barrier he penetrated until he reached the top. At the head of the
stairs was a vast golden door.

"Go no further, Ludovick Eversole!" a mighty voice roared from within.
"To open that door is to bring disaster upon your race."

But all Ludovick knew was that he had to get to The Belphin within and
warn him. He battered down the door; that is, he would have battered
down the door if it had not turned out to be unlocked. A stream of
noxious vapor rushed out of the opening, causing him to black out.

When he came to, most of the vapor had dissipated. The Belphin of
Belphins was already dying of asphyxiation, since it was, in fact, a
single alien entity who breathed another combination of elements. The
room at the head of the stairs had been its tank.

"You fool...." it gasped. "Through your muddle-headed integrity ... you
have destroyed not only me ... but Earth's future. I tried to make ...
this planet a better place for humanity ... and this is my reward...."

"But I don't understand!" Ludovick wept. "_Why_ did you let me do it?
Why were Mieczyslaw and George and all the others killed? Why was it
that I could pass the barriers and they could not?"

"The barriers were triggered ... to respond to hostility.... You meant
well ... so our defenses ... could not work." Ludovick had to bend low
to hear the creature's last words: "There is ... Earth proverb ...
should have warned me ... 'I can protect myself ... against my enemies
... but who will protect me ... from my friends'...?"

The Belphin of Belphins died in Ludovick's arms. He was the last of his
race, so far as Earth was concerned, for no more came. If, as they had
said themselves, some outside power had sent them to take care of the
human race, then that power had given up the race as a bad job. If they
were merely exploiting Earth, as the malcontents had kept suggesting,
apparently it had proven too dangerous or too costly a venture.

                     *      *      *      *      *

Shortly after The Belphin's demise, the Flockharts arrived en masse.
"We won't need your secret weapons now," Ludovick told them dully. "The
Belphin of Belphins is dead."

Corisande gave one of the rippling laughs he was to grow to hate so
much. "Darling, _you_ were my secret weapon all along!" She beamed at
her "relatives," and it was then he noticed the faint lines of her
forehead. "I told you I could use the power of love to destroy the
Belphins!" And then she added gently: "I think there is no doubt who
is head of 'this family' now."

The uncle gave a strained laugh. "You're going to have a great little
first lady there, boy," he said to Ludovick.

"First lady?" Ludovick repeated, still absorbed in his grief.

"Yes, I imagine the people will want to make you our first President by
popular acclaim."

Ludovick looked at him through a haze of tears. "But I killed The
Belphin. I didn't mean to, but ... they must hate me!"

"Nonsense, my boy; they'll adore you. You'll be a hero!"

Events proved him right. Even those people who had lived in apparent
content under the Belphins, accepting what they were given and
seemingly enjoying their carefree lives, now declared themselves to
have been suffering in silent resentment all along. They hurled flowers
and adulatory speeches at Ludovick and composed extremely flattering
songs about him.

Shortly after he was universally acclaimed President, he married
Corisande. He couldn't escape.

"Why doesn't she become President herself?" he wailed, when the relatives
came and found him hiding in the ruins of the Blue Tower. The people had
torn the Tower down as soon as they were sure The Belphin was dead and
the others thereby rendered inoperant. "It would spare her a lot of
bother."

"Because she is not The Belphin-slayer," the uncle said, dragging him
out. "Besides, she loves you. Come on, Ludovick, be a man." So they
hauled him off to the wedding and, amid much feasting, he was married
to Corisande.

                     *      *      *      *      *

He never drew another happy breath. In the first place, now that The
Belphin was dead, all the machinery that had been operated by him
stopped and no one knew how to fix it. The sidewalks stopped moving,
the air conditioners stopped conditioning, the food synthesizers
stopped synthesizing, and so on. And, of course, everybody blamed it
all on Ludovick--even that year's run of bad weather.

There were famines, riots, plagues, and, after the waves of mob hostility
had coalesced into national groupings, wars. It was like the old days
again, precisely as described in the textbooks.

In the second place, Ludovick could never forget that, when Corisande
had sent him to the Blue Tower, she could not have been sure that her
secret weapon would work. Love might _not_ have conquered all--in fact,
it was the more likely hypothesis that it wouldn't--and he would have
been killed by the first barrier. And no husband likes to think that
his wife thinks he's expendable; it makes him feel she doesn't really
love him.

So, in thirtieth year of his reign as Dictator of Earth, Ludovick
poisoned Corisande--that is, had her poisoned, for by now he had a
Minister of Assassination to handle such little matters--and married
a very pretty, very young, very affectionate blonde. He wasn't
particularly happy with her, either, but at least it was a change.


--EVELYN E. SMITH





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