Warlord of Kor by Terry Carr (best books to read non fiction .TXT) 📗

“You know, I’ve preached at these men for so many years I’ve got callouses in my throat. And one of these days maybe they’ll know what I’m talking about, so that I won’t have to shout.” He shrugged. “Well, it would be a dull world, where I didn’t have a good excuse to shout. Sometimes you might ask your alien friends up there, Lee … what did they get out of choosing peace?”

“They didn’t choose it,” said Rynason.

Malhomme grimaced. “I wonder if anybody, anywhere, ever will. Maybe the Outsiders did, but they’re not around to tell us about it. It’s an intriguing question to think about, if you don’t have anything to drink … what do you do, when there’s nothing more to fight against, or even for?”

He straightened up; the splint on Mara’s arm was set now. He settled her back in a drift of sand as comfortably as possible.

“I’ve got another question,” Rynason said. “What were you doing among those men who came at me on the steps earlier?”

Malhomme’s face broke into a wide grin. “That was a suicidal rush on you, Lee. A damned stupid tactic … a rush like that is only as strong as the weakest coward in it. All it takes is one man to break and run, and everybody else will run too. So it was easy for me to break it up.”

Rynason couldn’t help chuckling at that; and once he had started, the tension that had gripped him for the past several hours found release in a full, stomach-shaking laugh.

“Rene Malhomme,” he gasped, “that’s the kind of leadership this planet needs!”

Mara smiled up from where she lay. “You know,” she said, “now that Manning is dead they’ll have to find someone else to be governor….”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Malhomme.