Robert Silverberg - Those Who Watch

She had always wondered if she would feel guilty about Ted the first time she fell in love again. Now she had the answer: she did not. She still loved the memory of Ted, and always would; but her dead husband’s hand did not hold her in a chilly grip, as she had feared. Ted was gone. Vorneen was here. Simply thinking about tonight sent a warm flush of excitement spilling through the conduits of her body.

It had surprised her that he could have sex with her; that his imitation body could perform and react as if it were real. His did. Oh, there were differences, and certain aspects that were missing and that always would be; but they did not matter. Vorneen surged with erotic vitality. Kathryn suspected that on his own world he was a devil with the women … if they had anything corresponding to “women’ there.

She was happy, at any rate.

She tried not to ask herself how long it would last. A time must come when she could no longer hide Vorneen in her house. He would have to affiliate himself with outside life, in some fashion, if he meant to remain here. And if he did not mean to stay here—

Kathryn’s mouth jerked into a tight line. It was unrealistic to think that he would stay with her forever. But he was here with her now. That was what counted. He was here with her now.

As she finished in the kitchen, she heard the sound of a car door opening and closing outside the house. Footsteps came, and then a ring at the door.

The scanner showed her the face of a young blond woman.

“Who is it?” Kathryn asked.

“Mrs Mason? My name’s Glair. I’m a friend of Vorneen’s. May I come in?”

Glair. A friend of Vorneen’s.

He had mentioned that name in his delirium. Kathryn heard the brittle silent sound of a shattering world within her skull. Leadenly she unsealed the door.

Glair was short, full-bodied, beautiful. She looked like a screen star — like a female equivalent of Vorneen, in fact, with the same radiant flawless attractiveness. Her eyes were warm and kind, and her skin was creamy-pale and without blemish. Kathryn knew that if she put her hand to Glair’s skin, she would find it as smooth and cool and unearthly as Vorneen’s.

For a long moment the two women faced one another. Then Vorneen emerged from the bedroom, leaning on his cane, and said, “Kathryn, did 1 hear the door—”

“Hello, Vorneen.”

“Glair. You.”

They did not run toward each other, as Kathryn had feared they would. They remained fifteen feet apart, and whatever passed between them was unvoiced, hidden from her awareness. For the first time Kathryn realized that Glair was supporting herself on a pair of aluminium canes. Into the deafening silence Kathryn said, trying not to shout it, “I guess you’ve come to get him.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs Mason. Kathryn. I know exactly what it’s like for you,” Glair told her softly. “How could you know?”

“I know. Believe me.” Glair looked at Vorneen. “Mirtin’s alive too. They’ve already picked him up and taken him offplanet. Does she — ”

“Know? Yes. She knows enough.”

Then I can speak freely. There’s a ship waiting for us, Vorneen. They came for me earlier today. I’ve been living in Albuquerque. Someone was kind enough to take me in and care for me until I was well.”

“You look fine, Glair,” said Vorneen.

“So do you. Obviously you’ve had good care.”

“The best.” He glanced at Kathryn. “I’ve had wonderful care.”

Glair said, “That’s good to hear. Vorneen, will you go into the other room? I want to talk to Kathryn for a few minutes. Then I’ll let the two of you be alone a while. For as long as you like. I’m not going to rush you. I’ve just been through the same thing myself.”

Vorneen nodded. Without a word, he turned and went back into the bedroom, closing the door.

Glair regarded Kathryn steadily. “Do you hate me very much?” Glair asked.

Kathryn’s lips trembled. “Hate you? Why should I hate you?”

“I’m going to take Vorneen away from you.”

“He belongs with his people,” said Kathryn. “I’ve got no claim on him.”

“Except the claim of love.”

“How do you know I love him?”

Glair smiled. “I have certain gifts, Kathryn. I can see how you feel. I see that he loves you, too.” Awkwardly she sat down and put her canes aside; then she reached her hands toward Kathryn’s and took them. Glair’s skin did not feel cool against hers, Kathryn noticed. Which must mean that my own skin is very cool right now. Glair said gently, “Aside from what I can see, Kathryn, I have other ways of knowing. 1 told you, I’ve been through the same thing myself. A man took me in. I lived with him. I — loved him, if it’s possible for one of us to love one of you, and I think it is. And then my people came, and said they had found me, it was time for me to go. So I know how it is.”

Kathryn felt as though her brain were swathed in layers of thick wool. She was scarcely reacting at all. This had happened so swiftly that the severing of her link to Vorneen had not yet become real to her.

She said, “Vorneen and I were very happy together. But he — he’s yours, isn’t he? You’re his mate?”

“One of his mates. There are two of us. Did he explain that to you?”

“A little. Not too clearly.”

“I want him back,” Glair said. “You can understand that. You know that, because you know him. Will you forgive me for taking him away?”

Kathryn shrugged. “It’s going to hurt. As soon as I — as I realize that it’s happening. Will he go tonight?”

“It’s best that way.”

“How soon?”

“A few hours from now is soon enough. There’s time for a fond farewell. Then a clean break, Kathryn. He doesn’t belong on this world. He can’t ever return. Did he tell you about the covenants?”

“Yes.”

“You see the situation, then.”

“I see it. But I don’t want to see it. I tried to believe he’d always stay with me. I wanted to go on taking care of him, loving him, holding him.”

“You like to take care of people?” Glair asked.

Kathryn smiled. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“Would you take care of someone else, then? For me? There’s a man in Albuquerque — the man who cared for me. He’s alone now. He needs someone warm, someone to help him. I’ve told him a little about you. In a day or two, Kathryn, go to see him. Talk to him. You and he have so much in common.”

“That’s all you want me to do? Talk to him?”

“I can’t ask more than that,” said Glair. “Try to make him happy, though. And perhaps you’ll make yourself happy by making him happy. Or perhaps not. Who can predict these things? See him anyway. Will you?”

“All right,” Kathryn said. “Yes.”

“Here’s his name, his address.”

She handed Kathryn a card. Kathryn glanced at it and put it down. Tom Falkner — the name meant nothing to her. They would meet, anyway. And talk.

Glair was trying to rise, without using her canes. Kathryn saw the tension in her face, and went to her, taking the blond girl’s elbows, lifting her gently to her feet. Glair, still cane-less, swayed a little, seemingly planting herself. Her arms went out and about Kathryn, and they embraced. Kathryn closed her eyes and thought of the strange alien thing within this girl’s soft flesh.

Glair said, “I want to … thank you, Kathryn. For caring for him. For keeping him. I can’t say anything more than that. Just my thanks.”

“I guess I’m grateful too. For having had him with me even this short time.”

Glair released her. “I’ll go in and talk to him now. Then I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

She took up her canes again and moved with care into the bedroom. She did not close the door after her. When they spoke, they spoke in English, and Kathryn realized that she was meant to hear what she was hearing now.