Jack Chalker - Empires of Flux & Anchor

“But— you ? And Dannon ?”

“Who are you to judge us? You brought this on Anchor Logh, but you don’t have to live with it. They’ve started classes now, separate ones for men and women. It’s a fast question and answer, and hesitation can cost you the lash. Pretty soon you realize that the only way to always answer correctly is to start thinking their way. It doesn’t take long, and it’s easier that way.”

Kasdi was appalled. This soon? This close? She was more than happy now that Spirit had not come.

“You’re going to cause trouble here, aren’t you?” Cloise asked her.

“We hope more than trouble. There’s a whole army waiting for the door to be unlocked.”

“Kasdi—don’t. Haven’t you hurt Anchor Logh enough?”

“What do you mean?”

“First the war, then Spirit, then this takeover. We’re peaceful people. We can’t stand another war, Kasdi. Particularly not of this kind. These men will fight to the last and will take us with them. You may win, but you’ll kill us all. If you just knocked out that guard out there—you didn’t, did you?—ten of us in this complex would be picked at random and shot. I don’t know how you got in, but please go the same way and quickly. I’ll not report this, even though Dannon would be tortured for it if they find out.”

“You would rather live with women reduced to slaves? Live out your whole life this way or worse?”

“Rather do it than what? Mass killing? Mass destruction? Total devastation? Yes! And you’ll find that almost all of Anchor Logh will agree with me. They won’t aid your army—they’ll fight it. We all want to live .” Cloise suddenly looked very tired. “Please don’t bring in your army. Things are levelling out now, easing up. People are getting used to the new ways. You destroyed so many lives. Don’t destroy us all. Now—go!”

Cloise went into the living room and pretended to be straightening up. She then turned out the light, as if she were going to bed, to allow Kasdi some exit darkness. As she slipped out of the door, she heard Cloise whisper, “Don’t come back, Kasdi.”

The drizzle had turned into a chilly rain, which matched her dark mood.

The others were still waiting for her, and as briefly as she could, she filled them in on the conversation as well.

“I can’t believe they would do it!” Spirit responded. “I just can’t believe it!” She wanted to go down there, but Suzl believed it and dissuaded her.

Matson thought things over a moment. “Trouble is, she’s probably right. This is a new angle, folks. One we better think about before going further. These guys have done a lot of meanness here. Cass, you yourself said what would happen to them when you got hold of them. They know it, too. In the time it takes us to march, they’ll blow the buildings, burn the fields and forests, and machine-gun all the people they can. And while we’re trying to pick up the pieces, the bulk of ’em will drop all shields and run like hell in all directions. They got no other choice. And Coydt wouldn’t care if he did make this place a burnt-out ruin. That alone would collapse the empire, and you know it, and it would maybe take the Church with it.”

Kasdi wished she hadn’t vowed never to curse. “I don’t care about the empire or the Church. They’re not mine. The real rulers just used me all these years. I thought I grew up when I found that out, but I was wrong. I just grew up now. I’m forced to make a choice between wiping out perhaps a million people and the land of my birth, or leaving it to an insane system where women are slaves and all men are like they’re in the army.” She looked strickenly at Matson, Suzl, and Spirit in turn. “What do I do?”

Coydt had kidnapped Spirit from the farm and made away with her into Flux in under five hours. Unfortunately, that meant he knew all the best getaways and had compensated for them. With individual horse use also restricted to specific farm use except for officials, even stealing four horses would only have raised a sign telling everyone where they were. So, two hours after Kasdi’s return, they were still threading their way southwest through the woods. On foot, through well-patrolled and booby-trapped country on a rainy night, the one thing they were not making was time. They did, however, continue to agonize over the choice they had not yet been forced to face.

“My feeling is, Coydt’s won no matter how it turns out,” Matson said as they made their way over rough, rocky ground about twelve kilometers from their destination. “By relegating women to property and forcing them into accepting public humiliation, he’s totally undercut the social and moral fabric that was supposedly divine law and broken the heart of the faith. Now, if we don’t invade, he and his apparently very smart officers here will have this new system so well dug-in that they can make it a base and demonstration for every half-baked crackpot with a grudge against the system as a better way of doing things back home. He’ll control the shield machines, and so he’ll control them as well.”

“Then they must be crushed regardless of the cost? Is that what you’re saying?” Kasdi asked him.

“That’s the trouble. If we manage to punch a hole from this side and establish our beachhead, they’ll have plenty of time before we can overrun the place from such a small entry. These officers and men are committed. There’s nothing for them in Flux. They’ll fight to the last man, just like your cousin said they would. They’ll burn the fields and the forests and blow up the buildings. They’ll machine-gun the population, if only to make it tougher on us. It won’t be easy going either, since faced with total destruction, the people of Anchor Logh will fight us, too. And if we win, along with enormous casualties we’ll inherit a ruined and brunt-out land with maybe sixty to seventy percent of its people dead. Coydt won’t care. He and his wizards will be long gone to do it somewhere else and leave the horror of Anchor Logh for everybody to look at as a warning. He wins.”

“But we can’t leave them to this insane system,” Suzl protested. “I mean, women suppressed and owned by man, while the men are all sort of like in the army, expected to obey every order no matter how nutty. It’s a horror.”

“Nevertheless, if this Cloise is typical—and from what we’ve seen so far sneaking around, it looks like she is—these people would rather live under a tyrant than lose their land and children and their very lives. People always were that way in Flux; I don’t understand why it’s such a shock to see it in Anchor, where folks are, pardon me, even more naive. That’s why we haven’t even been able to risk any contact at all. Most of them would turn us in in a minute.”

“Then you would leave them to this?” Kasdi asked, appalled.

“In quarantine. The knowledge of what happened here must be limited to a very few. Nobody will believe Coydt’s claims; they’ll be dismissed as outrageous and unbelievable. The empire will invent a good excuse for the quarantine. Empires are good at getting people to swallow what they want. But you won’t get a quarantine with Coydt and the wizards running the show.”

“Huh? I’m losing where you’re going.”

“I know this place is being run like the heads should all be locked up as crazy, and that’s probably true. But if you sat back, you’d see that all systems are crazy, some just slightly more crazy than others. In the empire, old or new, for example, the sexes are still divided. Men and women don’t dress for utility; they dress in totally different clothes. Oh, the underwear’s different because different places need to be supported, but why dresses for one and not the other? Why is a lot of makeup terrible on a man but flattering on a woman? Why are women well qualified for government and administration prevented from going into those areas? Why are men who are sincerely religious and want to serve through the Church forbidden to do so? Why does a woman, to have real power and authority, have to give up sex and property? Why does society consider the man the primary bread winner under the law, even if his wife earns more? To an outsider, it’s all insane.”