it too often and they'll be pleading with us to get a divorce."
They laughed, and then again their laughter trailed off into silence.
"Why don't I go and tell Aunt Rasa?" said Shedemei. "She'll want to do up a wedding for us tonight, I'm sure. She'll be even more relieved than Nafai was."
"And we want it as public as possible," said Zdorab.
She understood. "We'll make sure everybody sees that we are definitely man and wife." And the unspoken promise: I will never tell anyone that we are not man and wife at all.
Shedemei turned to leave, to look for Rasa, but Zdorab's voice detained her. "Shedya," he said.
"Yes?"
"Please call me Zodya."
"Of course," she said, though in fact she had never heard his familiar name. No one used it.
"And another thing," he said.
"Yes?"
"Your student article - you were wrong. About genetic culls."
"I said it was just speculation..."
"I mean, I know you were wrong because I know what we are. In the ancient science, the Earth science that I've been exploring through the Index: it's not some internal mechanism of the human body. It's not genetic. It's just the level of male hormones in the mother's bloodstream at the time the hypothalamus goes through its active differentiation and growth."
"But that's almost random," said Shedemei. "It wouldn't mean anything, it would just be an accident if the level happened to be low for those couple of days."
"Not really random," said Zdorab. "But an accident all the same. It means nothing, except that we're born crippled."
"Like Issib."
"I think when Issib sees me walking, sees what I can do with my hands, that he would gladly trade places with me," said Zdorab. "But when I see him with Hushidh, and see her pregnant as she is, and see how the others have given him real respect because of that, how they recognize him as being one of them, then there are moments - only moments, mind you - when I would gladly trade places with him."
Shedemei impulsively squeezed his hand, though she was not one who was apt to make such affectionate gestures. It seemed appropriate, though. A friendly thing to do, and so she did it, and he squeezed back, so it was all right. Then she walked briskly away, looking for Lady Rasa.
And as she went, she thought: Who would have believed that finding out my husband-to-be is a zhop would come as such wonderful news, and that it would make me like him more. The world is truly standing on its head these days.
Alone in the Index tent after Shedemei and Zdorab left, Nafai did not hesitate. He took the Index - still warm from their hands - and held it close to him and spoke almost fiercely to the Oversoul. "All this time you've been telling me that Father's dream of the tree didn't come from you, but you never mentioned that you have his whole experience in your memory."
"Of course I do," said the Index. "It would be remiss of me not to record something as important as that."
"And you knew how much I wanted a dream from the Keeper of Earth. You knew that!"
"Yes," said the Index.
"Then why didn't you give me my father's dream!"
"Because it was your father's dream," said the Index.
"He told it - it isn't secret anymore! I want to see what he saw!
"That's not a good idea."
"I'm tired of your deciding all the time what's a good idea and what isn't. You thought that killing Gaballufix was a fine idea."
"And it was."
"For you. You've got no blood on your hands."
"I have your memory of it. And I didn't do too badly by you out in the desert, when Elemak was plotting to kill you."
"So... you saved my life because you wanted my genes in our little gene pool."
"I'm a computer, Nafai. Do you expect me to save your life because I like you? My motives are a great deal more dependable than human emotions."
"I don't want any of that from you! I want a dream from the Keeper."
"Exactly. And having me put your father's dream into your mind is not the same thing as having a dream from the Keeper. It's merely having a memory report from me."
"I want to see those Earth creatures that the others have seen. The bats and angels."
"Which they think are Earth creatures."
"I want to have the taste of the fruit of the tree in my mouth!"
Even as he said it - as his lips silently formed the words, as the