"Smith, E E 'Doc' - Lensman 06 - Children of the Lens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith E. E. Doc)

CHAPTER 1: KIM AND KIT; GRAY LENSMEN
Galactic coordinator Kimball Kinnison finished his second cup of Tellurian coffee, got up from the breakfast table, and prowled about in black abstraction. Twenty-odd years had changed him but little. He weighed the same, or a few pounds less; although a little of his mass had shifted downward from his mighty chest and shoulders. His hair was still brown; his stern face was only faintly lined. He was mature, with a conscious maturity no young man can know.
"Since when, Kim, did you think you could get away with blocking me out of your mind?" Clarrissa Kinnison directed a quiet thought. The years had dealt as lightly with the Red Lensman as with the Gray. She had been gorgeous; she was now magnificent. "This room is shielded, you know, against even the girls."
"Sorry, CrisЦI didn't mean it that way."
"I know," she laughed. "Automatic. But you've had that block up for two solid weeks, except when you force yourself to keep it down. That means you're 'way off the green."
"I've been thinking, incredible as it may seem."
"I know it. Let's have it, Kim."
"QXЦyou asked for it. Queer things have been going on; all over. Inexplicable things... no apparent reason."
"Such as?"
"Almost any kind of insidious deviltry you care to name. Disaffections, psychoses, mass hysterias, hallucinations; pointing toward a Civilization- wide epidemic of revolutions and uprisings for which there seems to be no basis or justification whatever."
"Why, Kim! How could there be? I haven't heard of anything like that!"
"It hasn't got around. Each solar system thinks it's a purely local condition, but it isn't. As galactic coordinator, with a broad view of the entire picture, my office would of course see such a thing before anyone else could. We saw it, and set out to nip it in the bud... but..." He shrugged his shoulders and grinned wryly.
"But what?" Clarrissa persisted.
"It didn't nip. We sent Lensmen to investigate, but none of them got to the first check-station. Then I asked our Second-Stage LensmenЦWorsel, Nadreck, and TregonseeЦ to drop whatever they were doing and solve it for me. They hit it and bounced. They followed, and are still following, leads and clues galore, but they haven't got a millo's worth of results so far."
"What? You mean it's a problem they can't solve?"
"That they haven't, to date," he corrected, absently. "And that 'gives me furiously to think'."
"It would," she conceded, "and it also would make you itch to join them. Think at me, it'll help you correlate. You should have gone over the data with me right at first."
"I had reasons not to, as you'll see. But I'm stumped now, so here goes. We'll have to go away back, to before we were married. First; Mentor told me, quote, only your descendants will be ready for that for which you now so dimly grope, unquote. Second; you were the only being ever able to read my thoughts without a Lens. Third; Mentor told us, when we asked him if it was QX for us to go ahead, that our marriage was necessary, a choice of phraseology which bothered you somewhat at the time, but which I then explained as being in accord with his visualization of the Cosmic All. Fourth; the Patrol formula is to send the man best fitted for any job to do that job, and if he can't swing it, to send the Number One graduate of the current class of Lensmen. Fifth; a Lensman has got to use everything and everybody available, no matter what or who it is. I used even you, you remember, in that Lyrane affair and others. Sixth; Sir Austin Cardynge believed to the day of his death that we were thrown out of that hyper-spatial tube, and out of space, deliberately."
"Well, go on. I don't see much, if any, connection."
"You will, if you think of those six points in connection with our present predicament Kit graduates next month, and he'll rank number one of all Civilization, for all the tea in China."
"Of course. But after all, he's a Lensman. Hell have to be assigned some problem; why not that one?"
"You don't see yet what that problem is. I've been adding two and two together for weeks, and can't get any other answer than four. And if two and two are four, Kit has got to tackle BoskoneЦthe real Boskone; the one I never did and probably never can reach."
"No, KimЦno!" she almost shrieked. "Not Kit, KimЦhe's just a boy!"
Kinnison waited, wordless.
She got up, crossed the room to him. He put his arm around her in the old but ever new gesture. "Lensman's load, Cris," he said, quietly. "Of course," she replied then, as quietly. "It was a shock at first, coming after all these years, but... if it has to be, it must. But heЦsurely we can help him, Kim?"
"Surely." The man's arm tightened. "When he hits space I go back to work. So do Nadreck and Worsel and Tregonsee. So do you, if your kind of a job turns up. And with us to do the blocking, and with Kit to carry the ball..." His thought died away.
"Ill say so," she breathed. Then: "But you won't call me, I know, unless you absolutely have to... and to give up you and Kit both... why did we have to be Lensmen, Kim?" she protested, rebelliously. "Why couldn't we have been ground-grippers? You used to growl that thought at me before I knew what a Lens really meant..."
"Vell, some of us has got to be der first violiners in der orchestra," Kinnison misquoted, in an attempt at lightness. "Ye can't all push vind t'rough der trombone."
"I suppose that's true." The Red Lensman's somber air deepened. "Well, we were going to start for Tellus today, anyway, to see Kit graduate. This doesn't change that."
And in a distant room four tall, shapely, auburn-haired girls stared at each other briefly, then went en rapport; for their mother had erred greatly in saying that the breakfast room was screened against their minds. Nothing was or could be screened against them; they could think above, below, or, by sufficient effort, straight through any thought-screen known to Tellurian science. Nothing in which they were interested was safe from them, and they were interested in practically everything.
"Kay, we've got ourselves a job!" Kathryn, older by minutes than Karen, excluded pointedly the younger twins, Camilla and ConstanceЦ"Cam" and "Con."
"At last!" Karen exclaimed. "I've been wondering what we were born for, with nine-tenths of our minds so deep down that nobody except Kit even knows they're there and so heavily blocked that we can't let even each other in without a conscious effort. This is it. We'll go places now, Kat, and really do things."
"What do you mean you'll go places and do things?" Con demanded, indignantly. "Do you think for a second you carry screen enough to block us out of all the fun?"
"Certainly," Kat said, equably. "You're too young."
"We'll let you know what we're doing, though," Kay conceded, magnanimously. "You might, just conceivably, contribute an idea we could use."
"IdeasЦphooey!" Con jeered. "A real idea would shatter both your skulls; You haven't any more plan than a..."
"HushЦshut up, everybody!" Kat commanded. "This is too new for any of us to have any worth-while ideas on, yet. Tell you what let's doЦwe'll all think this over until we're aboard the Dauntless, half-way to Tellus; then we'll compare notes and decide what to do."
They left Klovia that afternoon. Kinnison's personal super-dreadnought, the mighty DauntlessЦthe fourth to bear that nameЦbored through inter-galactic space. Time passed. The four young red-heads convened.
"I've got it all worked out!" Kat burst out, enthusiastically, forestalling the other three. "There'll be four Second-Stage Lensmen at work and there are four of us. We'll circulateЦpercolateЦyou might sayЦaround and through the universe. We'll pick up ideas and facts and feed 'em to our Gray Lensmen. Surreptitiously, sort of, so they'll think they got 'em themselves. I'll take dad for my partner, Kay can have..."
"You'll do no such thing!" A general clamor arose, Con's thought being the most insistent. "If we aren't going to work with them all, indiscriminately, we'll draw lots or throw dice to see who gets him, so there!"
"Seal it, snake-hips, please," Kat requested, sweetly. "It is trite but true to say that infants should be seen, but not heard. This is serious business..."
"Snake-hips! Infant!" Con interrupted, venomously. "Listen, my steatopygous and senile friend!" Constance measured perhaps a quarter of an inch less in gluteal circumference than did her oldest sister; she tipped the beam at one scant pound below her weight. "You and Kay are a year older than Cam and I, of course; a year ago your minds were stronger than ours. That condition, however, no longer exists. We too are grown up. And to put that statement to test, what can you do that I can't?"
"This." Kathryn extended a bare arm, narrowed her eyes in concentration. A Lens materialized about her wrist; not attached to it by a metallic bracelet, but a bracelet in itself, clinging sentiently to the smooth, bronzed skin. "I felt that in this work there would be a need. I learned to satisfy it. Can you match that?"
They could. In a matter of seconds the three others were similarly enlensed. They had not previously perceived the need, but at Kathryn's demonstration their acquisition of full knowledge had been virtually instantaneous.
Kat's Lens disappeared.
So did the other three. Each knew that no hint of this knowledge or of this power should ever be revealed; each knew that in any moment of stress the Lens of Civilization could be and would be hers.
"Logic, then, and by reason, not by chance." Kat changed her tactics. "I still get him. Everybody knows who works best with whom. You, Con, have tagged around after Worsel all your life. You used to ride him like a horse..."
"She still does," Kay snickered. "He pretty nearly split her in two a while ago in a seven-gravity pull-out, and she almost broke a toe when she kicked him for it."
"Worsel is nice," Con defended herself vigorously. "He's more human than most people, and more fun, as well as having infinitely more brains. And you can't talk, KayЦwhat anyone can see in that Nadreck, so cold-blooded that he freezes you even through armor at twenty feetЦyou'll get as cold and hard as he is if you don't..."
"And every time Cam gets within five hundred parsecs of Tregonsee she goes into the silences with him, contemplating raptly the whichnesses of the why," Kathryn interrupted, forestalling recriminations. "So you see, by the process of elimination, dad's mine."