team will accomplish its tasks, your opinions are not needed.”
Amschel Mayer glared at the others in hostility. “You have certainly come in force this time.”
Chessman said flatly, “This is all of us, Mayer.”
“All of you! Where are Stevens, Cogswell, MacBride?”
Barry Watson said, “Plekhanov’s fault. Lost in the battle that broke the back of the rebels. At least Cogswell and MacBride were. Stevens made the mistake of backing Plekhanov when the showdown came.”
Joe Chessman looked sourly at his military chief. “I’ll act as team spokesman, Barry.”
“Yes, sir,” Watson said.
“Broke the back of the rebels,” Jerry Kennedy mused. “That opens all sorts of avenues, doesn’t it?”
Chessman growled. “I suppose that in the past twenty years your team had no obstacles. Not a drop of blood shed. Come on, the truth. How many of your team has been lost?”
Mayer shifted in his chair. “Possibly your point is well taken. Dean and Rosetti were burned by the formerly dominant religious group. Rykov was killed in a fracas with bandits while he was transporting some gold.” He added, musingly, “We lost more than half a million Genoese pounds in that robbery.”
“Only three men lost, eh?”
Mayer stirred uncomfortably, then flushed in irritation at the other’s tone. “Something has happened to Buchwald and MacDonald. They must be insane. They’ve broken off contact with me, are amassing personal fortunes in the eastern hemisphere.”
Hawkins laughed abruptly. “Free competition,” he said.
Chessman growled, “Let’s halt this bickering and get to business. First let me introduce Reif, Texcocan State Army Chief of Staff and his son Taller. And these other Texcocans are Wiss and Fokin, both of whom have gone far in the sciences.”
The Tulans shook hands, Earth style, but then stepped to the rear again where they followed the conversation without comment.
Mayer said, “You think it wise to introduce natives to the Pedagogue?”
“Of course,” Chessman said. “Following this conference, I’m going to take Fokin and Wiss into the library. What’re we here for if not to bring these people up to our level as rapidly as possible?”
“Very well,” Mayer conceded grudgingly. “And now I have a complaint. When the Pedagogue first arrived we had only so many weapons aboard. You have appropriated more than half in the past two decades.”
Chessman shrugged it off. “We’ll return the greater part to the ship’s arsenal. At this stage we are producing our own.”
“I’ll bet,” Kennedy said. “Look, any of you fellows want a real Earthside whisky? When we were crewing this expedition, why didn’t we bring someone with a knowledge of distilling, brewing and such?”
Mayer snapped at him, “Jerry, you drink too much.”
“The hell I do,” the other said cheerfully. “Not near enough.”
Barry Watson said easily, “A drink wouldn’t hurt. Why’re we so stiff? This is the first get-together for ten years. Jerry, you’re putting on weight.”
Kennedy looked down at his admittedly rounded stomach. “Don’t get enough exercise,” he said, then reversed the attack. “You look older. Are your taking your rejuvenation treatments?”
Barry Watson grimaced. “Sure, but I’m working under pressure. It’s been one long campaign.”
Kennedy passed around the drinks.
Dick Hawkins laughed. “It’s been one long campaign, all right. Barry has a house as big as a castle and six or eight women in his harem.”
Watson flushed, but obviously without displeasure.
Martin Gunther, of the Genoese team, cocked his head. “Harem?”
Joe Chessman said impatiently, “Man adapts to circumstances, Gunther. The wars have lost us a lot of men. Women are consequently in a surplus. If the population curve is to continue upward, it’s necessary that a man serve more than one woman. Polygamy is the obvious answer.”
Gunther cleared his throat smoothly, “So a man in Barry’s position will have as many as eight wives, eh? You must have lost a good many men.”
Watson grinned modestly. “Everybody doesn’t have that many. It’s according to your ability to support them, and, also, rank has its privileges. Besides, we figure it’s a good idea to spread the best seed around. By mixing our blood with the Texcocan we improve the breed.”
Behind him, Taller, the Tulan boy, stirred, without notice.
* * * *
Kennedy finished off his highball and began to build another immediately. “Here we go again. The big potatoes coming to the top.”
Watson flushed. “What do you mean by that, Kennedy?”
“Oh, come off it, Barry,” Kennedy laughed. “Just because you’re in a position to push these people around doesn’t make you the prize stud on Texcoco.”
Watson elbowed Dick Hawkins to one side in his attempt to get around the table at the other.
Chessman rapped, “Watson! That’s enough. Knock it off or I’ll have you under arrest.” The Texcocan team head turned abruptly to Mayer and Kennedy. “Let’s stop this nonsense. We’ve come to compare progress. Let’s begin.”
The three members of the Genoese team glared back in antagonism, but then Gunther said grudgingly, “He’s right. There is no longer amiability between us, so let’s forget about it. Perhaps when the fifty years is up, things will be different. Now let’s merely be businesslike.”
“Well,” Mayer said, “our report is that progress accelerates. Our industrial potential expands at a rate that surprises even us. In the near future we’ll introduce the internal combustion engine. Our universities still multiply and are turning out technicians, engineers, scientists at an ever-quickening speed. In several nations illiteracy is practically unknown and per capita production increases almost everywhere.” Mayer paused in satisfaction, as though awaiting the others to attempt to top his report.
Joe Chessman said sourly, “Ah, almost everywhere per capita production increases. Why almost?”
Mayer snapped, “Obviously, in a system of free competition, all cannot progress at once. Some go under.”
“Whole nations?”
“Temporarily whole nations can receive setbacks as a result of defeat in war, or perhaps due to lack of natural resources. Some nations progress faster than others.”
Chessman said, “The whole Texcocan State is one great unit. Everywhere the gross product increases. Within the foreseeable future the standard of living will be excellent.”
Jerry Kennedy, an alcoholic lisp in his voice now, said, “You mean you’ve accomplished a planet-wide government?”
“Well, no. Not as yet,” Chessman’s sullen voice had an element of chagrin in it. “However, there are no strong elements left that oppose us. We are now pacifying the more remote areas.”
“Sounds like a rather bloody program—especially if Barry Watson, here, winds up with eight women,” Martin Gunther said.
Watson started to say something but Chessman held up a restraining hand. “The Texcocan State is too strong to be resisted, Gunther. It is mostly a matter of getting around to the more remote peoples. As soon as we bring in a new tribe, we convert it into a commune.”
“Commune!” Kennedy blurted.
Joe Chessman raised his thick eyebrows at the other. “The most efficient