| Cloak of Aesir, Campbell |
| 1 | CLOAK OF AESIR Astounding Science Fiction, March by Don A. Stuart (John W. Campbell, Jr., 1910-1971) The Sarn Mother's tiny, almost-human face was lined with the fatigue of forty hours of continued strain. Now, she feared greatly, a new and greater tension was ahead. For the eight City Mothers, taking their places about the Conference Hall of the Sarn, were not going to be sympathetic to the Mother's story. |
| 2 | To them, the ancient Sarn Mother well knew, the humans of Earth were slaves. Slaves bred for work, of little mentality and no importance. Earth was the planet of the Sarn, the planet the Sarn had taken, some four thousand years before, from the race of small-bodied, small-minded weaklings called Man that had originally inhabited it. And that idea was going to be extremely hard to change. Particularly, it would be hard for the Sarn Mother to change that idea, for she was somewhat - not of them. |
| 3 | The Sarn Mother was the Immortal. She was, therefore, disliked. These eight, these Mothers of Cities, were the matriarchal governors of Earth under the Sarn. Each had risen to over-lordship of a continent, or near-continental area, by competitive brilliance among all their people. They had won their places, merited them, they felt. But the Sarn Mother? The ultimate ruler of all Earth, all Sarn and humans alike? |
| 4 | She had not inherited her position exactly-she had simply been there forever. Her winning of it was forgotten in the mists of antiquity. The Sarn were a long-lived people-some lived a thousand years - but the Sarn Mother was immortal; she had lived in the mythical days of the Forgotten Planet, before the home world of the Sarn had disrupted in cosmic catastrophe, forcing the race to seek new worlds. |
| 5 | The Sarn Mother had won this world for them, but that - and all others who had fought mankind in that four-thousand-years-gone time - was forgotten. The Sarn Mother was simply a hang-over from an era that should have died. So felt the Mothers of Cities, ambitious Sarn who saw a place above them that - because of the Mother's cursed immortality - they could never hope to reach. The Old Sarn Mother knew that, and knew, too, that only her own possession of secret science those millenniums of her life had given her, made her place safe. |
| 6 | The City Mothers feared two things: that well-held secret science, and the jealousy of their sisters. The old Sarn was tired with mental struggle, and she knew, as soundly as she knew the City Mothers hated her, that she was facing another struggle. The humans of Earth were rising in a slow, half-understood revolt. She and these eight City Mothers knew that. But the City Mothers did not, and would not, admit that those humans were capable of revolt. |
| 7 | For all their lives humans have been slaves, pets, a sort of domesticated animal. That they or the similarly domesticated cows might attempt to set up a civilization - For the Sarn Mother alone had been alive the four thousand years that had passed since mankind's defense of Earth all but succeeded in defeating the invading Sarn. The City Mothers could not understand. Subconsciously they had no intention of understanding anything so unpleasant. |
| 8 | The Sarn Mother's pointed, elfin face smiled weary greeting. Her fluting, many-toned speech betrayed her fatigue as she spoke to them. "I call you together, daughters, because something of grave importance has arisen. You have heard, perhaps, of the judging of Grayth and Bartel?" "Rumors," said the Mother of Targlan, the city perched high in the crystal clarity of the mighty Himalayan Mountains. "You reversed your judgment, I heard." Her voice was silky smooth - and bitter. |
| 9 | The Sarn Mother's small, pointed face did not change. The trouble, definitely, was beginning. "I told you at the last Council that the human stock was rebuilding, that the submerged intelligence and will that built, before our invasion of this planet, a high civilization, were mounting again. It is, I believe, equal in power to that before the Conquest. And, under our rule, it has been purified in some respects. There is less violence, and more determination. |
| 10 | "It is somewhat hard for you to appreciate that, for you do not remember human beings as other than slaves. "I recognize a certain growing restlessness at restraint. The majority of those humans do not yet know - understand - the reason for a vague restlessness that they feel. Their leaders do. They are restless of government and restraint, and I hoped to use that vagueness of feeling to destroy the tendency toward rebellion. |
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