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her. The big bald head swayed.  Yes, you did. I m not telling you God has punished you. That could be,
but nature does give people what they deserve, and it is not fitting for a proper white man to bind himself
to a female like that. She was Levantine, you know. Which means mongrel-Ar-menian, Asiatic, hunky,
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spig, Jew, probably a touch of nigger-- Again Wallis s cigar moved expansively.  Mind, I ve noth-ing
against you boys having your fun, he said with a jovial wink.  No, no. Part of your pay, I guess,
sampling damn near anyone you want, when you want her, and no nonsense after-ward out of her or
anybody else. He scowled.  But you, Jack, youmarried this n.
Havig tried not to listen. He failed. The voice boomed in on him:
 There s more wrongness in that than meets the eye. It s what I call a symbolic thing to do. You bring
yourself down, because a mixed-breed can t possibly be raised to your level. And so you bring down
your whole race. The tone harshened.  Don t you understand? It s always been the curse of the white
man. Because he is more intelligent and sensitive, he opens himself to those who hate him. They divide
him against him-self, they feed him lies, they slide their slimy way into control of his own homelands, till he
finds he s gotten allied with his natural enemy against his brother. Oh, yes, yes, I ve studied your century,
Jack. That s when the conspiracy flowered into action, wrecked the world, unlocked the gates for Mong
and Maurai ... You know what I think is one of the most awful tragedies of all time? When two of the
greatest geniuses the white race ever produced, its two possible saviors from the Slav and the Chinaman,
were lured into war on different sides. Douglas MacArthur and Adolf Hitler.
Havig knew--an instant later, first with slight surprise, next with a hot satisfaction--that he had spat on
the floor and snapped:  If the General ever heard you say that, I wouldn t give this for your life, Wallis!
Not that it s worth it anyway.
Surprisingly, or maybe not, he provoked no anger.  You prove exactly what I was talking about. The
Sachem s manner verged on sorrow.  Jack, I ve got to make you see the plain truth. I know you have
sound instincts. They ve only been buried under a stack of cunning lies. You veseen that nigger empire in
the future, and yet you can t see what ought to be done, what must be done, to put mankind back on the
right evolutionary road.
Wallis drew upon his cigar till its end glowed beacon-red, exhaled pungent smoke, and added
benign-voiced:  Of course, you re not yourself today. You ve lost this girl you cared about, and like I
told you, I do sympathize. Pause.  However, she d be long dead by now regardless, wouldn t she?
He grew utterly intense.  Everybody dies, he said.  Except us. I don t believe we travelers need to.
You can be among us. You can live forever.
Havig resisted the wish to reply,  I don t want to, if you re included in the deal. He waited.
 They re bound to find immortality, far off in the world we re building, Wallis said.  I m convinced. I ll
tell you some-thing. This is confidential, but either I can trust you eventually or you die. I ve been back to
the close of Phase One, more thoroughly than I d been when I wrote the manual. You re-member I ll be
old then. Sagging cheeks, rheumy eyes, shaky liver-spotted hands . . . not pleasant to see yourself old,
no, not pleasant. He stiffened.  This trip I learned something new. At the end, I am going to disappear. I
will never be seen any more, aside from my one short visit I ve already paid to Phase Two. Never. And
likewise a number of my chief lieutenants. I didn t get every name of theirs--no use spending lifespan on
that--but I wouldn t be bowled over if you turned out to be among them.
Faintly, the words pricked Havig s returning apathy.  What do you suppose will have happened? he
asked.
 Why, the thing I wrote about, Wallis exulted.  The reward. Our work done, we were called to the far
future and made young forever. Like unto gods.
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In the sky outside, a crow cawed.
The trumpet note died from Wallis s words.  I hope you ll be included, Jack, he said.  I do. You re a
go-getter. I don t mind admitting your talk about your experiences on your own hook in Constantinople
was what gave Krasicki the idea of our raid. And you did valuable work there, too, before you went
crazy. That was our best haul to date. It s given us what we need to expand into the period. Believe me,
Caleb Wallis is not ungrateful.
 Sure, he purred,  you were shocked. You came new to the hard necessities of our mission. But what
about Hiroshima, hey? What about some poor homesick Hessian lad, sold into service, dying of lead in
his belly for the sake of American in-dependence? Come to that, Jack, what about the men, your
comrades in arms, who you killed?
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