“Ramex knew it, so all the computers and expendables knew it,” said the ship’s voice. “Therefore it was known among the mice.”
“Why would they bother to learn a dead language from another wallfold?” asked Olivenko.
“You’re a scholar,” said Rigg. “You learn all kinds of useless things.”
“Just because some of the billions of mice know something doesn’t mean they all know it,” said Olivenko.
“They made sure that the mice that flew with us included speakers of every language that any of us knew,” said Rigg. “The expendables knew which languages Ramex had taught me, so the mice knew which languages were needed.”
“They tricked us into thinking they couldn’t understand us,” said Param.
“We tricked ourselves,” said Rigg, “because I assumed they wouldn’t know.”
“And now they trust you,” said the ship’s voice. “Because they know what you say when you think they can’t understand.”
“It’s exactly what we were going to say to their faces,” said Rigg.
“Yes,” said the ship’s voice.
“I guess that’s how trust is built,” said Loaf.
“By spying on us when we think they can’t hear?” asked Umbo.
“By learning something about us that they couldn’t find out any other way,” said Loaf. “By hearing what we sound like when we tell the truth.”
“Unless we knew it all along,” said Param.
“They knew none of us was lying,” said Loaf. “They can see body signs the same way I can. If we had been pretending to believe they couldn’t understand us, we couldn’t have concealed the pretense from them.”
“May I land now?” asked the ship’s voice.
“Are we there?” asked Rigg.
“I’ve been circling the landing site for some time now.”
“Yes, land,” said Rigg. “Do we ever know anything about what’s going on?”
“No,” said Olivenko. “All we can ever do is guess based on the information we have.”
“And our guesses—are they ever right?” asked Rigg.
“Often enough that we don’t all give up trying,” said Olivenko. “The trouble is, sometimes when we think we’re right, we’re right for all the wrong reasons, and sometimes when we think we were wrong, we were actually right.”
“We never know anything,” said Param. “That’s what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying we have to make our best guess and then see how things turn out,” said Olivenko.
“So do we all agree that this is our best guess?” asked Rigg. “Wait till the Visitors come, learn what we can, then wait for the Destroyers, learn what we can about them, and then go back and make a new plan about what we think actually happened, and what we can do about it?”
“I think we can agree on something else, too,” said Loaf. “I think we have to agree, all of us and all the mice as well.”
“What’s that?” asked Umbo.
“We’ll try to keep Earth and Garden both alive,” said Loaf. “But if we can’t save both, we save Garden.”
The flyer settled onto the ground and the door opened.
The ground outside was teeming with mice.