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said Bean.
"And Tibet," said Alai.
"Humiliate them enough." said Petra, "and you've merely set the stage for the next war."
"And complete freedom of religion in China as well."
Petra laughed. "It's going to be a long war, Alai. The new empire they'd probably give up-they haven't held it that long, and it's not as if it brought them great wealth and honor. But they've held Tibet and Turkic China for centuries. There are Han Chinese all over both territories."
"Those are problems to be solved later," said Alai, "and not by you. Probably not by me, either. But we know what the West keeps forgetting. If you win, win."
"I think that approach was proven a disaster at Versailles."
"No"' said Alai. "It was only proven a disaster after Versailles, when France and England didn't have the spine, didn't have the will, to compel obedience to the treaty. After World War II, the Allies were wiser They left their troops on German soil for nearly a century. In some cases benignly, in some cases brutally, but always definitely there."
"As you said," Bean answered, "you and your successors will find out how well this works, and how to solve the new problems that are bound to come up. But I warn you now, that if liberators turn out to be oppressors, the people they liberated will feel even more betrayed and hate them worse."
"I'm aware of that," said Alai. "And I know what you're warning me of."
"I think," said Bean, "that you won't know whether the Muslim people have actually changed from the bad old days of religious intolerance until you put power in their hands."
"What the Caliph can do," said Alai, "I will do."
"I know you will," said Petra. "I don't envy you your responsibility."
Alai smiled. "Your friend Peter does. In fact, he wants more."
"And your people," said Bean, "will want more on your behalf. You may not want to rule the world, but if you win in China, they'll want you to, in their name. And at that point. Alai, how can you tell them no?"
"With these lips," said Alai. "And this heart."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Re: Invitation to a party
You don't want to miss this one. Kemal upstairs thinks he's the whole show, but when Show and Pock get started in the basement, that's when the fireworks stop, say wait for the downstairs party before you pop any corks.
"John Paul," said Theresa Wiggin quietly, "I don't understand what Peter's doing here."
John Paul closed his suitcase. "That's the way he likes it."
"We're supposed to be doing this secretly, but he-"
"Asked us not to talk about it in here." John Paul put his finger to his lips, then picked up her suitcase as well as his and started on the long walk to the bunkroom door.
Theresa could do nothing but sigh and follow him. After all they'd been through with Peter, you'd think he could confide in them. But he still had to play these games where nobody knew everything that was going on but him. It was only a few hours since he had decided they were going to leave on the next shuttle, and supposedly they were supposed to keep it an absolute secret.
So what does Peter do? Asks practically every member of the permanent station crew to do some favor for him, run some errand, "and you've got to get it to me by 1800."
They weren't idiots. They all knew that 1800 was when everyone going on the next flight had to board for a 1900 departure.
So this great secret had been leaked, by implication, to everybody on the crew.
And yet he still insisted that they not talk about it, and John Paul was going along with him! What kind of madness was this? Peter was clearly not being careless, he was too systematic for it to be an accident. Was he hoping to catch someone in the act of transmitting a warning to Achilles? Well, what if, instead of a warning, they just blew up the shuttle? Maybe that was the operation-to sabotage whatever shuttle they were going home on. Did Peter think of that?
Of course he did. It was in Peter's nature to think of everything.
Or at least it was in Peter's nature to think he had thought of everything.
Out in the corridor, John Paul kept walking too quickly for her to converse with him, and when she tried anyway, he put his fingers to his lips.
"It's OK," he murmured.
At the elevator to the hub of the station, where the