Swims-in-the-Air laughed. “Nothing. He saw what he saw, of course, but he doesn’t know your real origin. He doesn’t know that by bringing you here he was, in effect, taking you home.”
“How do you keep it from him?” asked Rigg.
“Our expendable lies to him,” said Mouse-Breeder. “All the expendables lie to him.”
“He’s a complete failure, you see,” said Swims-in-the-Air. “All his humans died.”
“Not a complete failure,” said Loaf, indicating the facemask he wore.
“Yes,” said Mouse-Breeder. “One look at you, and the Visitors will absolutely want to make sure no harm comes to Garden.”
“Are you saying I shouldn’t be part of our . . . whatever-we’re-doing?” asked Loaf.
“I’m saying nothing at all,” said Mouse-Breeder. “We didn’t call you into being in order to do our bidding. If we had a plan, we’d do it ourselves. We needed you to come up with a plan and carry it out. We’re here to serve you and prepare you in whatever way you think you need to be prepared.”
“We have only one suggestion,” said Swims-in-the-Air.
“Your suggestion, not mine,” said Mouse-Breeder.
“All right, I have only one suggestion,” said Swims-in-the-Air. “Don’t delay too long. Don’t go back and try new things for too many cycles. You might pass through the same two years a dozen times—but you’ll age two dozen years in the process. And I think you need to do whatever you do while you’re still young.”
“Why?” asked Loaf. “Because it’s too late for me and Olivenko. ‘Young’ is already history.”
“Rigg and Param and Umbo look like adolescents. Not threatening at all. Not dangerous. And if you and Olivenko are obviously obeying them, then perhaps it will buy you some time, maybe even a little trust. Some compassion. Something. I hope. I think. What I’m saying is, you can’t learn everything and you definitely can’t anticipate everything. Take the year or so before they come and learn all you can; then see what they do and learn from that. Maybe there’ll be a different outcome—we have no way of predicting—and so you won’t even have to do the mission. But if the Destroyers come yet a tenth time, go back and learn more, this time based on your own observations and experiences. You see? Just don’t do it too often; don’t age too many years. Take your action, whatever it is, while you’re still young.”
“Very eloquently put, my dear,” said Mouse-Breeder. “And pointless. They’ll decide for themselves.”
“Yes, but I’ve put the thought in their minds and there it is,” said Swims-in-the-Air. “Now, do you want to see the library?”
CHAPTER 13
In the Library
The library was deep underground, down many stairways, yet the air felt fresh, and there was a light breeze in the corridors. The walls were covered with paintings and murals, with sculptures in many corners and sometimes filling entire rooms. Tables here and there were surrounded with comfortable-looking chairs, and always the light was bright enough to make reading easy.
Yet there was not a book in sight.
“How is this a library?” asked Rigg.
“It contains every book ever written in the entire history of our wallfold, and every other,” said Swims-in-the-Air.
“Not to mention every book from Earth that was brought to Garden with the colony ships,” added Mouse-Breeder. “And every work of art ever made, though we can’t display them all at once.”
“But where are they?” asked Umbo.
Mouse-Breeder smiled modestly, and Swims-in-the-Air laughed. “Now is when Mouse-Breeder shows you his babies.”
“Come, children,” said Mouse-Breeder softly.
At once small arched doorways appeared in the baseboards of the room. Dozens of mice, white, brown, black, tan, yellow, red, swarmed out onto the floor, and many of them came up onto the tables.
“Can you show us sculptures from the Greeks of Earth?” asked Mouse-Breeder.
Rigg wasn’t sure which mice made the change, but suddenly the sculptures in the four corners of the room changed to brightly painted, lifelike, life-sized stone sculptures. Yet when Rigg put his hand out to touch one, his fingers passed within the “stone.”
“Illusion,” said Olivenko.
“Trickery,” said Param.