Stranger in a Strange Land

The Man from Mars looked at her, then looked back at Ben and said slowly, «Jill just now told me your trouble, Ben — and it's a thing I never have been able to grok in fullness.» He looked worried, and hesitated almost as long as when he was learning English. «But I grok that we can't hold your Sharing-Water tonight. Waiting is.» Mike shook his head. «I'm sorry. But waiting will fill.»

Jill sat up. «No, Mike! We can't let Ben leave without it. Not Ben!»

«I do not grok it, Little Brother,» Mike said reluctantly. A long pause followed, silence more tense than speech. At last Mike said doubtfully to Jill, «You speak rightly?»

«You will see!» Jill got up suddenly and sat down on Ben's other side, put her arms around him. «Ben, kiss me and stop worrying.»

She did not wait but kissed him. Ben did stop worrying, was lulled into a sensuous glow that left no room for misgivings. Then Mike tightened the arm he still had around Ben's waist and said softly, «We grok closer. Now, Jill?»

«Now! Right here, at once — oh, Share Water, my darlings!» Ben turned his head — and was snatched out of euphoria by utter surprise. Somehow, the Man from Mars had rid himself of every stitch of clothing.

XXXIII

«WELL?» SAID Jubal. «Did you accept their invitation?»

«Huh!I got out of there fast! Grabbed my clothes, ignored the sign, jumped into the bounce tube with my arms full.»

«You did? I think, if I were Jill, I would be offended.»

Caxton turned red. «I had to leave, Jubal.»

«Hmmm — Then what?»

«Why, I put on my clothes — found I had forgotten my bag and didn't go back. In fact I left so fast I durned near killed myself. You know how the ordinary bounce tube — »

«I do not.»

«Huh? Well, if you don't dial it to lift, you sink slowly, like cold molasses. But I didn't sink, I fell — six stories. When I was about to splash, something caught me. Not a safety net, some sort of field. Scared me silly, on top of everything else.»

«Put not your faith in gadgets. I'll stick to stairs and, when unavoidable, elevators.»

«Well, the bugs aren't out of that gadget. Duke is safety inspector but whatever Mike says is Gospel to Duke; Mike's got him hypnotized. Hell, he's got 'em all hypnotized. When the crash comes it will be worse than any faulty bounce tube. Jubal, what can we do? I'm worried sick.»

Harshaw jutted out his lips. «What aspects did you find disquieting?»

«Huh? All of it.»

«So? You gave me to think that you enjoyed your visit — up to the point where you behaved like a scared rabbit.»

«Uh — So I did. Mike had me hypnotized, too.» Caxton looked puzzled. «I might not have snapped out of it if it hadn't been for that odd thing at the last. Jubal, Mike was sitting by me, his arm around me — he couldn't possibly have taken his clothes off.»

Jubal shrugged. «You were busy. Probably wouldn't have noticed an earthquake.»

«Oh, piffle! I don't close my eyes like a school girl. How did he do it?»

«I can't see its relevancy. Or are you suggesting that Mike's nudity shocked you?»

«I was shocked, all right.»

«When your own arse was bare? Come, sir!»

«No, no! Jubal, do I have to draw a diagram? I simply have no stomach for group orgies. I almost lost my breakfast.» Caxton squirmed. «How would you feel if people started acting like monkeys in a cage in the middle of your living room?»

Jubal fitted his fingers together. «That is the point, Ben; it was not my living room. You go into a man's house, you accept his household rules. That's a universal rule of civilized behavior.»

«You don't find such behavior shocking?»

«Ah, you raise another issue. Public displays of rut I find distasteful — but this reflects my early indoctrination. A large part of mankind do not share my taste; the orgy has a very wide history. But “shocking”? My dear sir, I am shocked only by that which offends me ethically.»

«You think this is just a matter of taste?»

«Nothing more. And my taste is no more sacred than the very different taste of Nero. Less sacred — Nero was a god; I am not.»

«Well, I'll be damned.»

«Possibly — if damnation is possible. But, Ben, this wasn't public.»

«Huh?»

«You told me this group was a plural marriage — a group theogamy, to be technical. Therefore whatever took place — or was about to take place; you were mealy-mouthed-was not public but private. “Ain't nobody here but just us gods» — so how could anyone be offended?»

«Iwas offended!»

«Your apotheosis was incomplete. You misled them. You invited it.»

«Me? Jubal, I did nothing of the sort.»

«Oh, rats! The time to back out was when you got there; you saw at once that their customs were not yours. But you stayed — enjoyed the favors of one goddess — behaved as a god toward her. You knew the score and they knew you knew; their error lay in accepting your hypocrisy as solid coin. No, Ben, Mike and Jill behaved with propriety; the offense lay in your behavior.»

«Damn it, Jubal, you twist things! I did get too involved — but when I left, I had to! I was about to throw up!»