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Jack Vance: The Languages of Pao

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The Panarch of Pao is dead and Beran Panasper, his young son and heir, must flee the planet to live and avenge his father's death. It is at the secret fortress on the planet Breakness that Beran discovers the dreaded truth behind the assassination of his father—and much more. The people of Pao are a docile lot, content to live in harmony with the rest of the cosmos, but the scientists at Breakness seek to alter the psychology of the Paonese for their own purpose—and Beran holds the key to their audacious plan. Beran will return to Pao, transforming his home world beyond his teacher's wildest dreams. But though he has been fashioned into a man of Breakness, Beran's heart is of Pao. And he brings to his world the seeds of change that will save Pao… or destroy it.

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“Indeed?” mused Lord Palafox. “And who might be the father?”

Bustamonte shrugged once more. “The Divine Petraia was not altogether fastidious in her indiscretions, but we will never know the truth, since a year ago Aiello ordained her subaqueation. Beran was grief-stricken, and here might be the source of the crime.”

“Surely you do not take me for a fool?” Palafox asked, smiling a peculiar fixed smile.

Bustamonte looked at him in startlement. “Eh? What’s this?”

“The execution of this deed was precise. The child appeared to be acting under hypnotic compulsion. His hand was guided by another brain.”

“You feel so?” Bustamonte frowned. “Who might such ‘another’ be?”

“Why not the Ayudor-Senior?”

Bustamonte halted in his pacing, then laughed shortly. “This is fantasy indeed! What of yourself?”

“I gain nothing from Aiello’s death,” said Palafox. “He asked me here to a specific purpose. Now he is dead, and your own policy faces a different direction. There is no further need for me.”

Bustamonte held up his hand. “Not so fast. Today is not yesterday. The Mercantil, as you suggest, may prove hard to deal with. Perhaps you will serve me as you might have served Aiello.”

Palafox rose to his feet. The sun was settling past the far horizon into the sea; it swam orange and distorted in the thick air. A breeze tinkled among glass bells and drew sad flute-sounds from an aeolian harp; feathery cycads sighed and rustled.

The sun flattened, halved, quartered.

“Watch now!” said Palafox. “Watch for the green flash!”

The last fiery bar of red sank below the horizon; then came a flickering shaft of pure green, changing to blue, and the sunlight was gone.

The two men were silent, watching the afterglow. Bustamonte spoke in a heavy voice, “Beran must die. The fact of patricide is clear.”

“You over-react to the situation,” observed Palafox mildly. “Your remedies are worse than the ailment.”

“I act as I think necessary,” snapped Bustamonte.

“I will relieve you of the child,” said Palafox. “He may return with me to Breakness.”

Bustamonte inspected Palafox with simulated surprise. “What will you do with young Beran? The idea is ridiculous. I am prepared to offer you a draft of females to augment your prestige, or for whatever peculiar purpose you require these female herds.”

“Our purposes are hardly peculiar.”

“Well,” Bustamonte shrugged, “we will discuss this later. But now I give orders in regard to Beran.”

Palafox looked away into the dusk, smiling. “You fear that Beran will become a weapon against you. You want no possible challenge.”

Bustamonte’s round face twisted into a cunning leer. “It would be banal to deny it.”

Palafox stared into the sky. “You need not fear him. He would remember nothing.”

“What is your interest in this child?” demanded Bustamonte.

“Consider it a whim.”

Bustamonte was curt. “I must disoblige you.”

“I make a better friend than enemy,” Palafox said softly.

Bustamonte stopped short in his tracks. He nodded, suddenly amiable. “Perhaps I will reconsider. After all, the child can hardly cause trouble … Come along, I will take you to Beran; we will observe his reaction to the idea.”

Bustamonte marched off, rocking on his short legs. Smiling faintly, Palafox followed.

At the portal, Bustamonte muttered briefly to the captain of the Mamarone. Palafox, coming after, paused beside the tall black neutraloid, let Bustamonte proceed out of earshot. He spoke, tilting his head to look up into the harsh face.

“Suppose I were to make you a true man once more—how would you pay me?”

The eyes glowed, muscles rippled under the black skin. The neutraloid replied in the strange soft voice of its kind: “How would I pay you? By smashing you, by crushing your skull. I am more than a man, more than four men—why should I want the return of weakness?”

“Ah,” marveled Palafox. “You are not prone to weakness?”

“Yes,” sighed the neutraloid, “indeed I have a flaw.” He showed his teeth in a ghastly grin. “I take an unnatural joy in killing; I prefer nothing to the strangling of small pale men.”

Palafox turned away, entered the pavilion.

The door closed behind him. He looked over his shoulder. The captain stood glaring through the transparent panel. Palafox looked to the other entrances; Mamarone stood at vigilance everywhere.

Bustamonte sat in one of Aiello’s black foam chairs. He had flung a black cloak over his shoulders, the Utter Black of a Panarch.

“I marvel at you men of Breakness,” said Bustamonte. “Your daring is remarkable! So casually do you put yourselves into desperate danger!”

Palafox shook his head gravely. “We are not so rash as we seem. No dominie walks abroad without means to protect himself.”

“Do you refer to your reputed wizardry?”

Palafox shook his head. “We are not magicians. But we have surprising weapons at our command.”

Bustamonte surveyed the brown and gray costume which afforded no scope for concealment. “Whatever your weapons, they are not now in evidence.”

“I hope not.”

Bustamonte drew the black cloak over his knees. “Let us put ambiguity aside.”

“Gladly.”

“I control Pao. Therefore I call myself Panarch. What do you say to that?”

“I say that you have performed an exercise in practical logic. If you now bring Beran to me, the two of us will depart and leave you to the responsibilities of your office.”

Bustamonte shook his head. “Impossible.”

“Impossible? Not at all.”

“Impossible for my purposes. Pao is ruled by continuity and tradition. Public emotion demands Beran’s accession. He must die, before news of Aiello’s death reaches the world.”

Palafox thoughtfully fingered the black mark of his mustache. “In that case it is already too late.”

Bustamonte froze. “What do you say?”

“Have you listened to the broadcast from Eiljanre? The announcer is speaking at this moment.”

“How do you know?” demanded Bustamonte.

Palafox indicated the sound-control in the arm of Bustamonte’s chair. “There is the means to prove me wrong.”

Bustamonte thrust down the knob. A voice issued from the wall, thick with synthetic emotion. “Pao, grieve! All Pao, mourn! The great Aiello, our noble Panarch is gone! Dole, dole, dole! Bewildered we search the sad sky, and our hope, our only sustention in this tragic hour is Beran, the brave new Panarch! Only let his reign prove as static and glorious as that of great Aiello!”

Bustamonte swung upon Palafox like a small black bull. “How did the news get abroad?”

Palafox replied with easy carelessness. “I myself released it.”

Bustamonte’s eyes glittered. “When did you do this? You have been under constant surveillance.”

“We Breakness dominie,” said Palafox, “are not without subterfuge.”

The voice from the wall droned on. “Acting under the orders of Panarch Beran, the Mamarone have efficiently subaqueated the responsible criminals. Ayudor Bustamonte is serving Beran with wholehearted loyalty, and will help maintain equilibrium.”

Bustamonte’s fury seethed to the surface. “Do you think you can thwart me by such a trick?” He signaled the Mamarone. “You wished to join Beran. So you shall—in life and, at tomorrow’s first light, in death.”

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