"With the very few survivors a colony of sorts could have been started, might possibly have survived. There were ten men—nine of them, including Morrow, passengers, one of them a junior engineer. There were six women, four of them young. Morrow persuaded his companions that they would have a far better chance if they had underpeople to work for them. The only ova that had survived the trouble were those of cats—but Morrow was expert in his profession. With the aid of the engineer he was able to set up incubators and then—all that was required was in the ship's cargo—a fully equipped laboratory.
"He wrote again in his journal, The first batch is progressing nicely, in spite of the acceleration. I feel . . . paternal. I ask myself, why should these, my children, be underpeople! I can make them more truly human than the hairless apes that may, one day, infest this new world . . . .'
"Regarding the deaths of his fellow Lode Cougar survivors he says very little. One suspects that he knew more than he wrote about the food poisoning that killed Mary Little, Sarah Grant and Delia James. One wonders if Douglass Carrick fell off that cliff, or was pushed. And how did Susan Pettifer and William Hume come to get drowned in the river? It is interesting to note, too, that Mary, Sarah, Delia and Susan were the potential child bearers. And, as well as working in his laboratory, Morrow set up a still and soon had it in operation, turning out a very potent liquor from a fermented mash of berries and wild grain. The surviving men and the two remaining women didn't care much then what happened, and as Morrow had succeeded in activating a team of robots from the cargo he was independent of them.
He didn't bother to kill them as his first batch of 'children' was growing to forced maturity. He just let them die—or be killed by wild animals when they went out hunting for meat."
"Yes," said Kane. "I know all that. The Morrowvians are non-citizens."
"I haven't finished yet, Captain Kane. There was something of the Pygmalion in Morrow—as there must have been in quite a few of those genetic engineers. He fell in love with one of his own creations—his Galatea. He even named her Galatea."
"Touching . . . " commented Kane.
"Yes, wasn't it? And he married her; he'd decided that his people couldn't live in a state of complete anarchy, and must have a few, necessary laws. So he made the union legal."
"Uncommonly decent of him," sneered Kane.
"But that didn't stop him from having quite a few concubines on the side . . . ."
"So the Morrowvian idol had his feet of clay."
"Don't we all, Captain, don't we all?"
"So the records prove that true humans can have sexual relations with these underpeople. I'd found that out long before I saw the precious records. Judging by the stink in here, Commander Grimes has found it out too."
"John! What have you been doing? Don't tell me that you and Maya . . . "
"I won't tell you if you tell me not to."
"So you did. I hope you enjoyed it, that's all."
Kane laughed patronizingly. "So I'll leave you people to your family squabbles, and get back to my ship and send my report off to Lindisfarne. A very good day to you all."
"Wait!" Maggie snapped sharply. "I haven't finished yet."
"I don't think that anything further you can say will change my mind. Underpeople are underpeople. Underpeople are property. Period."
"There is a ruling," said Maggie slowly, "that any people capable of fertile union with true people must, themselves, be considered true people."
"And so, to coin a phrase, what?"
"Morrow's unions were fertile."
"So he says. How many glorified tomcats were sneaking into his wife's or his popsies' beds while he was elsewhere?"
"The Morrow strain is strongest in North Australia, among the people who bear his name."
"What evidence is there?"
"The Morrows are a little more 'human' than the other Morrowvians. Very few of their women have supplementary nipples. Their general outlook is more 'human'—as you know yourself. That show you put on for Janine with the saluting cannon . . . . And the show she put on for us."
"Yeah. I grant you that. But I think the words of the ruling you mentioned are, 'a fertile, natural union.' Old Doc Morrow was a genetic engineer. I've heard it said that those boys could crossbreed an ant and an elephant . . . . I'm sorry. I' m really sorry for you all. You've tried hard, but by the time the Federation reaches a decision I'll have made my pile."
"I," said Danzellan, "can supply more proof for Commander Lazenby's arguments."
"You, Captain? You're no biologist, you're just a shipmaster like myself."
"Even so . . . ." The master of Schnauzer was obviously finding something highly amusing. "Even so . . . . You know, it's just over two hundred and twenty days that I first landed on Morrowvia—and that's about two hundred and seventy days Standard . . . ."
"I can do sums in my head as well as you can."
"I am sure you can, Captain Kane. And are you married? Have you a family?"
"No—to both questions."
"It doesn't matter. Well, on the occasion of my first visit, my second officer, Mr. Delamere, got Tabitha, the daughter of the Queen of Melbourne, into trouble, as the saying goes. The young idiot should have taken his contraceptive shots before he started playing around, of course. He's really smitten with her, and managed to get himself appointed to Schnauzer, rather against my wishes. Now he wants to make an honest woman of the girl—once again, as the saying goes—but Lilian, Tabitha's mother, will not allow him to marry her unless he complies with local law. This means that he will have to change his name to Morrow, which he does not want to do. He will, of course. The Dog Star Line wants a resident agent on this planet. And even though the queenships are not hereditary in theory they usually are in practice."
"What are you driveling about?" asked Kane crudely.
Danzellan flushed. He said stiffly, "Tabitha has presented young Delamere with a son."
"And how many local boyfriends has she had?" demanded Kane.
"She says that she has none. Furthermore, I have seen the baby. All the Morrowvians have short noses—except this one, who has a long nose, like his father. The resemblance is remarkable . . . ."
Kane refused to concede defeat.
"Paternity tests . . ." he mumbled.
"I can soon arrange those, Captain," Grimes told him. "Don't forget that I have my own biologists, as well as other scientists." He turned to Danzellan. "Did Mr. Delamere come with you, Captain? Call him up, and we'll wet the baby's head!"
"You can break a bottle of champagne over it!" growled Kane, pushing his way out of the day cabin, brushing past Maya who was just coming in, and complaining, "I'm still hungry, John. They say that all the ice cream is finished . . . ."
"Go on," said Maggie. "Do the decent thing. Buy the girl a popsicle to show her how much you love her."
"I'll have some more ice cream made, Maya," promised Grimes, looking at her with combined pity and irritation, noticing that Danzellan was regarding her with condescending amusement.
The Morrowvians, thanks to the long-dead Morrow's skill—he had even imposed the right gestation period on his people—were safe from Drongo Kane and his like, but had no defenses against Big Business as represented by the Dog Star Line.
Or had they?
Grimes suspected that they, with their innate feline charm combined with selfishness, would not do at all badly in the years to come.
THE END
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