Piers Anthony - Phaze Doubt

“There may be. But it’s a gamble—a big one.”

“Go on. It can’t be worse than the gamble of not getting through.”

“It may be. You will have to approach the Hectare under a flag of neutrality and challenge it to a game.”

“They are gameoholics!” she exclaimed, seeing it.

“And if it agrees, then you can bargain for the stakes. If you win, it must let you and your party through. But if you lose—“

“My left hand!” she said, feeling the pain of amputation, though she would be able to restore the hand from her body mass.

“And perhaps that of any member of your party who wants to pass with you,” he said. “The Hectare like to game, but they like equivalent stakes, too. Since it can stun you and turn you in and gain a commendation for wrapping up the resistance, you will have to offer a lot to balance that out.”

“More than my hand?”

“More than your capture, probably. Since it would know that it is wagering its own betrayal of its side...”

“More than my capture?” This was more serious than even she had imagined.

“Probably you would have to agree to serve the Hectare loyally, betraying all your former associates.”

Worse yet! “I don’t think I can do that. I mean, the fate of the planet—“

“Yes. The fate of the planet, because it would terminate your mission and mine. But you have to bargain in good faith. If you expect it to do so. It will match your honor. The Hectare are creatures of honor; it is their specialty. So my advice to you, as a commonsense thing, is not to make that wager, because you stand to lose everything if you lose, while if you win, you gain only the chance to complete the second part of your mission.”

“But if I do nothing, and don’t complete my mission, we lose anyway!” she protested.

“Unless there is some other mission you don’t know about.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, troubled. “No, I have to go on with it. But I’m supposed to take Sire! and Alien with me, so the risk is theirs too.” She looked at the werewolf and vampire bat. “What do you two say?”

“We must do it.” Sirel said, looking uncomfortable.

“I agree,” Alien said, evidently feeling no better.

“Then the three of us will approach the Hectare and bargain,” Nepe said. “The rest of you will have to wait for us—if we win. If we lose, you must go back and tell the others to hide from us, because we will be your enemies. You must not delay, because the Hectare will be after you.”

Neysa, in human form, nodded. Echo looked doubtful.

“If Nepe loses,” Lysander said, “Echo joins me, and the unicorns take off. If Nepe wins, we will wait for her return, and continue helping her.”

That seemed reasonable. Lysander was going along with the Hectare wager. This made it easy for Echo to remain with him, without having to betray her culture. “Then you four remain and watch. Lysander can watch without being seen. By the day’s end you will know.”

“We will know,” Echo said grimly.

“I’m not sure what form to take,” Nepe said. She hadn’t thought of this aspect before, because she had never expected to encounter a Hectare here.

“It will know that this can not be an innocent encounter,” Lysander’s voice came. “Best to identify yourself clearly, and bargain honestly. If you try to deceive it. it will refuse to listen to anything else you say.”

That seemed to make sense. Why would three children come alone to the West Pole? The monster had to know it was important the moment they showed themselves.

“Hold something white aloft as you approach,” Lysander said. “The Hectare will know the human parley convention.”

“Something white,” Nepe said, casting about and finding nothing.

“I have a slip Tsetse gave me,” Echo said. She lifted her skirt, took hold of the undergarment, and pulled it quickly down. It was suitably white.

“Thank you,” Nepe said. “I hope I can return it.”

“That means nothing,1’ Echo said. “You and I will be on the same side either way.”

That was true. Nepe nerved herself. “We must do it now; we do not know how long the game will take.”

Sirel and Alien stepped forward, retaining human form. Nepe suddenly realized that they made a nice couple, this way; it wasn’t evident that they were actually wolf and bat—or, in their Proton identities, robot and human being. Stranger liaisons had occurred; how well she knew!

Nepe took the slip and held it aloft. She walked around the tree and toward the Pole. Sirel and Alien fell into step behind her. The others neither spoke nor moved.

Soon they came into sight of the Hectare. Nepe had seen the creatures before, but this time she felt a special chill, because she knew she was going to have to brace this one directly, and that her freedom and planet were on the line. She had no certainty of winning the game; indeed, she didn’t know what game it would be. Suppose they couldn’t agree on one? Then the Hectare might simply capture the three, and it would be over.

The Hectare gave no sign. It stood there as they approached, unmoving. But the fact that it had not fired on them was a positive sign.

At last the three stood before the monster. The Hectare, indistinguishable from any other of its kind, loomed above the three children. Its eye facets were greenish, as were its central mass of tentacles, but its lower portion was brownish. It seemed to have no front and no back; it was a bit like a giant toadstool. She understood that the Hectare breathed the air, but this was not apparent; probably they passed it continuously through hidden gills.

“We come to parley,” Nepe said. “Do you understand?”

A single tentacle extended, and its end turned up.

“Do you recognize us?” she asked.

Three tentacles extended. The one pointing to Nepe turned up; the ones pointing to the other two turned down.

“Then we shall introduce ourselves,” Nepe said. “I am Nepe. whom you are seeking. The boy is Alien, a vampire bat. The girl is Sirel, a werebitch. Both are my friends of long standing.”

The tentacle toward Alien made a turning motion. Alien nodded, then assumed his bat form, hovering in place. In a moment he resumed boy form.

The tentacle toward Sirel gestured. She became the young wolf, then reverted.

Now all three tentacles turned up. The Hectare knew them as well as it cared to.

“We must go to the West Pole,” Nepe said. “You must let us do this.”

The Hectare neither budged nor signaled—which was answer enough.

“I will play a game with you,” Nepe said. “If I win, you will let the three of us do what we wish, and will not report our presence here. If you win, we shall join the Hectare and loyally serve your side against our own culture. We prefer not to lose our hands, but we shall be in your power for whatever you decide—if I lose.” And there it was: her offer of betrayal, which she would honor if she had to. The notion appalled her, but she believed Lysander: if she did not honestly put her loyalty on the line, she could not expect the Hectare to agree to let them pass, for its loyalty was also on the line. They were wagering for betrayal.

The Hectare did not even pause. The tentacles straightened, then turned up. It had agreed. Lysander was right, so far: they were gameoholics who could not resist an honest challenge, whatever the consequence.

“We must choose the game fairly,” Nepe said, her voice sounding controlled though she was fighting to suppress a feeling of terror. She had no commitment from the monster about the nature of the game; she should have put that in her initial statement.

But the tentacle turned up in agreement. It seemed that the thing desired a fair game.