To Your Scattered Bodies Go

  Smithson had gone red at first, then pale. Then he had drawn himself up straight, scowling at the woman, and said, `You whores always have somebody to blame for your unbridled lusts, your evil ways. God knows that I followed His ways.' He had turned and had walked off, but the woman ran after him and swung her grail at him. It came around swiftly; somebody shouted; he spun and ducked. The grail almost grazed the top of his head.

  Smithson ran past the woman before she could recover and quickly lost himself in the crowd. Unfortunately, Ruach said, very few understood what was going on because they couldn't speak English.

  `Sir Robert Smithson,' Burton said `If I remember correctly, he owned cotton mills and steelworks in Manchester. He was noted for his philanthropies and his good works among the heathens. Died in 1870 or thereabouts at the age of eighty.'

  `And probably convinced that he would be rewarded in Heaven,' Lev Ruach said. `Of course, it would never have occurred to him that he was a murderer many times over.'

  `If he hadn't exploited the poor, someone else would have done so.'

  'That is an excuse used by many throughout men's history,' Lev said `Besides, there were industrialists in your country who saw to it that wages and conditions in their factories were improved. Robert Owen was one, I believe.'

  Chapter 10

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  `I don't see much sense in arguing about what went on in the past,' Frigate said. `I think we should do something about our present situation.'

  Burton stood up. `You're right, Yank! We need roofs over our heads, tools, God knows what else! But first, I think we should take a look at the cities of the plains and see what the citizens are doing there.' At that moment, Alice came through the trees on the hill above them. Frigate saw her first. He burst out laughing. `The latest in ladies' wear!' She had cut lengths of the grass with her scissors and plaited them into a two-piece garment. One was a sort of poncho which covered her breasts and the other a skirt which fell to her calves.

  The effect was strange, though one that she should have expected. When she was naked, the hairless head still did not detract too much from her femaleness and her beauty. But with the green, bulky, and shapeless garments, her face suddenly became masculine and ugly.

  The other women crowded around her and examined the weaving of the grass lengths and the grass belt that secured the skirt.

  `It's very itchy, very uncomfortable,' Alice said. `But it's decent. That's all I can say for it'

  `Apparently you did not mean what you said about your unconcern with nudity in a land where all are nude,' Burton said.

  Alice stared coolly and said, `I expect that everybody will be wearing these. Every decent man and woman, that is.' `I supposed that Mrs. Grundy would rear her ugly head here,' Burton replied.

  `It was a shock to be among so many naked people,' Frigate said. `Even though nudity on the beach and in the private home became commonplace in the late '80's. But it didn't take long for everyone to get used to it. Everyone except the hopelessly neurotic, I suppose.'

  Burton swung around and spoke to the other women. 'What about you ladies? Are you going to wear these ugly and scratchy haycocks because one of your sex suddenly decides that she has private parts again? Can something that has been so public become private?' Loghu, Tanya, and Alice did not understand him because he spoke in Italian. He repeated in English for the benefit of the last two.

  Alice flushed and said, `What I wear is my business. If anybody else cares to go naked when I'm decently covered, well. . . !' Loghu had not understood a word, but she understood what was going on. She laughed and turned away. The other women seemed to be trying to guess what each one intended to do. The ugliness and the uncomfortable-ness of the clothing were not the issues.

  `While you females are trying to make up your minds,' Burton said, `it would be nice if you would take a bamboo pail and go with us to the river. We can bathe, fill the pails with water, find out the situation in the plains, and then return here. We may be able to build several houses – or temporary shelters before nightfall.' They started down the hills, pushing through the grass and carrying their grails, chert weapons, bamboo spears and buckets. They had not gone far before they encountered a number of people. Apparently, many plains dwellers had decided to move out. Not only that, some had also found chert and had made tools and weapons. These had learned the technique of working with stone from somebody, possibly from other primitives in the area. So far, Burton had seen only two specimens of non-Homo sapiens, and these were with him. But wherever the techniques had been learned, they had been put to good use. They passed two half-completed bamboo huts. These were round, one-roomed, and would have conical roofs thatched with the huge triangular leaves from the irontrees and with the long hill grass. One man, using a chert adze and axe, was building a short-legged bamboo bed.

  Except for a number erecting rather crude huts or lean-tos without stone tools at the edge of the plains, and for a number swimming in the river, the plain was deserted. The bodies from last night's madness had been removed. So far, no one had put on a grass skirt, and many stared at Alice or even laughed and made raucous comments. Alice turned red, but she made no move to get rid of her clothes. The sun was getting hot, however, and she was scratching under her breast garment and under her skirt. It was a measure of the intensity of the irritation that the, raised by strict Victorian upper-class standards, would scratch in public.

  However, when they got to the river, they saw a dozen heaps, of stuff that turned out to be grass dresses. These had been left on the edge of the river by the men and women now laughing, splashing, and swimming in the river.

  It was certainly a contrast to the beaches he knew. These were the same people who had accepted the bathing machines, the suits that covered them from ankle to neck, and all the other modest devices, as absolutely moral and vital to the continuation of the proper society – theirs. Yet, only one day after finding themselves here, they were swimming in the nude. And enjoying it.

  Part of the acceptance of their unclothed state came from the shock of the resurrection. In addition, there was not much they could do about it that first day. And there had been a leavening of the civilized with savage peoples, or tropical civilized peoples, who were not particularly shocked by nudity.

  He called out to a woman who was standing to her waist in the water. She had a coarsely pretty face and sparkling blue eyes.

  `That is the woman who attacked Sir Robert Smithson,' Lev Ruach said. `I believe her name is Wilfreda Allport.'

  Burton looked at her curiously and with appreciation of her splendid bust. He called out, `How's the water?'

  `Very nice!' she said, smiling.

  He unstrapped his grail, put down the container, which held his chert knife and hand axe, and waded in with his cake of green soap. The water felt as if it was about ten degrees below his body temperature. He soaped himself while he struck up a conversation with Wilfreda. If she still harbored any resentment about Smithson, she did not show it. Her accent was heavily North Country, Perhaps Cumberland.

  Burton said to her, `I heard about your little to-do with the late great hypocrite, the baronet. You should be happy now, though. You're healthy and young and beautiful again, and you don't have to toil for your bread. Also, you can do for love what you had to do for money.' There was no use beating around the bush with a factory girl Not that she had any.

  Wilfreda gave him a stare as cool as any he had received from Alice Hargreaves. She said, `Now, haven't you the ruddy nerve? English, aren't you? I can't place your accent, London, I'd say, with a touch of something foreign.'

  `You're close,' he said, laughing. `I'm Richard Burton, by the way. How would you like to join our group? We've banded together for protection; we're going to build some houses this afternoon. We've got a grailstone all to ourselves up in the hills' Wilfreda looked at the Tau Cetan and the Neanderthal `They're part of your mob, now? I heard about 'em; they say the monster's a man from the stars, come along in
A.D. 2000, they do say.'

  `He won't hurt you,' Burton said. `Neither will the subhuman. What do you say?' `I'm only a woman,' she said. `What do I have to offer?' `All a woman has to offer,' Burton said, grinning.

  Surprisingly, she burst out laughing. She touched his chest and said, `Now ain't you the clever one? What's the matter, you can't get no girl of your own?'

  `I had one and lost her,' Burton said. That was not entirely true. He was not sure what Alice intended to do. He could not understand why she continued to stay with his group if she was so horrified' and disgusted. Perhaps it was because she preferred the evil she knew to the evil she did not know. At the moment, he himself felt only disgust at her stupidity, but he did not want her to go. That love he had experienced last night may have been caused by the drug, but he still felt a residue of it. Then why was he asking this woman to join them? Perhaps it was to make Alice jealous. Perhaps it was to have a woman to fall back upon if Alice refused him tonight. Perhaps . . . he did not know why.

  Alice stood upon the bank, her toes almost touching the water. The bank was, at this point, only an inch above the water. The short grass continued from the plain to form a solid mat that grew down on the river bed. Burton could feel the grass under his feet as far as he could wade. He threw his soap onto the bank and swam out for about forty feet and dived down. Here the current suddenly became stronger and the depth much greater. He swam down, his eyes open, until the light failed and his ears hurt. He continued on down and then his fingers touched bottom. There was grass there, too.

  When he swam back to where the water was up no his waist he saw that Alice had shed her clothes. She was in closer to the shore, but squatting so that the water was up to her neck. She' was soaping her head and face.

  He called to Frigate, `Why don't you come in?'

  `I'm guarding the grails,' Frigate said.

  `Very good!' Burton swore under his breath. He should have thought of that and appointed somebody as a guard. He wasn't in actuality a good leader, he tended to let things go to pot, to permit them to disintegrate. Admit it. On Earth he had been the head of many expeditions, none of which had been distinguished by efficiency or strong management. Yet, during the Crimean War, when he was head of Beatson's Irregulars, training the wild Turkish cavalry, the Bashi-Bazouks, he had done quite well, far better than most. So he should not be reprimanding himself. . .

  Lev Ruach climbed out of the water and ran his hands over his skinny body to take off the drops. Burton got out, too, and sat down beside him. Alice turned her back on him, whether on purpose or not he had no way of knowing, of course.

  `It's not just being young again that delights me,' Lev said in his heavily accented English. `It's having this leg back.' He tapped his right knee.

  `I lost it in a traffic accident on the New Jersey Turnpike when I was fifty years old.' He laughed and said; `There was an irony to the situation that some' might call fate. I had been captured by Arabs two years before when I was looking for minerals in the desert, in the state of Israel, you understand. . .'

  `You mean Palestine?' Burton said. '

  `The Jews founded an independent state in 1948,' Lev said. `You wouldn't know about that, of course. I'll tell you all about it some time. Anyway, I was captured and tortured by Arab guerrillas. I won't go into the details; it makes me sick to recall it. But I escaped that night, though not before bashing in the heads of two with a rock and shooting two more with a rifle. The others fled, and I got away. I was lucky. An army patrol picked me up. However, two years later, when I was in the States, driving down the Turnpike, a truck, a big semi, I'll describe that later, too, cut in front of me and jackknifed and I crashed into it. I was badly hurt, and my right leg was amputated below the knee. But the point of this story is that the truck driver had been born in Syria. So, you see the Arabs were out to get me, and they did; though they did not kill me. That job was done by our friend from Tau Ceti. Though I can't say he did anything to humanity except hurry up its doom.'

  `What do you mean by that?' Burton said.

  `There were millions dying from famine, even the States were on a strictly rationed diet, and pollution of our water, land, and air was killing other millions. The scientists said that half of Earth's oxygen supply would be cut off in ten years because the phytoplankton of the oceans – they furnished half the world's oxygen, you know – were dying. The oceans were polluted.'

  `The oceans?'

  `You don't believe it? Well, you died in 1890, so you find it hard to credit. But some people were predicting in 1968 exactly what did happen in 2008. I believed them, I was a biochemist. But most of the population, especially those who counted, the masses and the politicians, refused to believe until it was too late. Measures were taken as the situation got worse, but they were always too weak and too late and fought against by groups that stood to lose money, if effective measures were taken. But it's a long sad story, and if we're to build houses, we'd best start immediately after lunch.'

  Alice came out of the river and ran her hands over her body. The sun and the breeze dried her off quickly. She picked up her grass clothes but did not put them back on. Wilfreda asked her about them. Alice replied that they made her itch too much, but she would keep them to wear at night if it got cold. Alice was polite to Wilfreda but obviously aloof. She had overheard much of the conversation and so knew that Wilfreda had been a factory girl who had become a whore and then had died of syphilis. Or at least Wilfreda thought that the disease had killed her. She did not remember dying. Undoubtedly, as she had said cheerily, she had lost her mind first.

  Alice, hearing this, moved even further away. Burton grinned, wondering what she would do if she knew that he had suffered from the same disease, caught from a slave girl in Cairo when he had been disguised as a Moslem during his trip to Mecca in 1853. He had been `cured' and his mind had not been physically affected; though his mental suffering had been intense. But the point was that resurrection had given everybody a fresh young and undiseased body, and what a person had been on Earth should not influence another's attitude toward them.

  Should not was not, however, would not.

  He could not really blame Alice Hargreaves. She was the product of her society – like all women, she was what men had made her and she had strength of character and flexibility of mind to lift herself above some of the prejudices of her time and her class. She had adapted to the nudity well enough, and she was not openly hostile or contemptuous of the girl. She had performed an act with Burton that went against a lifetime of overt and covert indoctrination. And that was on the night of the first day of her life after death, when she should have been on her knees singing hosannas because she had `sinned' and promising that she would never `sin' again as long as she was not put in hellfire.

  As they walked across the plain, he thought about her, turning his head now and then to look back at her. That hairless head made her face look so much older but the hairlessness made her look so childlike below the navel. They all bore this contradiction, old man, or woman above the neck, young child below the bellybutton.

  He dropped back until he was by her side. This put him behind Frigate and Loghu. The view of Loghu would yield some profit even if his attempt to talk to Alice resulted in nothing. Loghu had a beautifully rounded posterior; her buttocks were like two eggs. And she swayed as enchantingly as Alice.

  He spoke in a low voice, `If last night distressed you so much why do you stay with me?' Her beautiful face became twisted and ugly.

  `I am not staying with you! I am staying with the group! Moreover, I've been thinking about last night, though it pains me to do so. I must be fair. It was the narcotic in that hideous gum that made both of us behave the . . . way we did. At least, I know it was responsible for my behavior. And I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.'

  `Then there's no hope of repetition?'

  `How can you ask that! Certainly not! How dare you?'

  'I did not force you,' he said. `As I have p
ointed out, you did what you would do if you were not restrained by your inhibitions. Those inhibitions are good things – under certain circumstances, such as being the lawful wedded wife of a man you love in the England of Earth. But Earth no longer exists, not as we knew it. Neither does England. Neither does English society. And if all of mankind has been resurrected and is scattered along this river, you still may never see your husband again. You are no longer married. Remember . . . till death do us part.

  You have died, and, therefore, parted. Moreover, there is no giving into marriage in heaven.'

  `You are a blasphemer, Mr. Burton. I read about you in the newspapers, and I read some of your books about Africa and India and that one about the Mormons in the States. I also heard stories, most of which I found hard to believe, they made you out to be so wicked. Reginald was very indignant when he read your Kasidah. He said he'd have no such foul atheistic literature in his house, and he threw all your books into the furnace.'

  `If I'm so wicked, and you feel you're a fallen woman, why don't you leave?'

  'Must I repeat everything? The next group might have even worse men in it. And, as you have been so kind to point out, you did not force me. Anyway, I'm sure that you have some kind of heart beneath that cynical and mocking air. I saw you weeping when you were carrying Gwenafra and she was crying.'

  `You have found me out,' he said, grinning. `Very well. So be it. I will be chivalrous; I will not attempt to seduce you or to molest you in any way. But the next time you see me chewing the gum, you would do well to hide. Meanwhile, I give my word of honor; you have nothing to fear from me as long as I am not under the influence of the gum.'