The Status Civilization

Chapter Eleven

On Omega, the law is supreme. Hidden and revealed, sacred and profane, the law governs the actions of all citizens, from the lowest of the low to the highest of the high. Without the law, there could be no privileges for those who made the law; therefore the law was absolutely necessary. Without the law and its stern enforcement, Omega would be an unthinkable chaos in which a man’s rights could extend only as far and as long as he personally could enforce them. This anarchy would mean the end of Omegan society; and particularly, it would mean the end of those senior citizens of the ruling class who had grown high in status, but whose skill with a gun had long passed its peak.

Therefore the law was necessary.

But Omega was also a criminal society, composed entirely of individuals who had broken the laws of Earth. It was a society which, in the final analysis, stressed individual endeavor. It was a society in which the lawbreaker was king; a society in which crimes were not only condoned but were admired and even rewarded; a society in which deviation from the rules was judged solely on its degree of success.

And this resulted in the paradox of a criminal society with absolute laws which were meant to be broken.

The judge, still hidden behind his screen, explained all this to Barrent. Several hours had passed since the end of the Trial by Ordeal. Barrent had been taken to the infirmary, where his injuries were patched up. They were minor, for the most part; two cracked ribs, a deep gouge in his left shoulder, and various cuts and bruises.

“Accordingly,” the judge went on, “the law must simultaneously be broken and not broken. Those who never break a law never rise in status. They are usually killed off in one way or another, since they lack the necessary initiative to survive. For those who, like yourself, break laws, the situation is somewhat different. The law punishes them with absolute severity—unless they can get away with it.”

The judge paused. In a thoughtful voice he continued, “The highest type of man on Omega is the individual who understands the laws, appreciates their necessity, knows the penalties for infraction, then breaks them—and succeeds! That, sir, is your ideal criminal and your ideal Omegan. And that is what you have succeeded in doing, Will Barrent, by winning the Trial by Ordeal.”

“Thank you, sir,” Barrent said.

“I wish you to understand,” the judge continued, “that success in breaking the law once does not imply that you will succeed a second time. The odds are increasingly against you each time you try—just as the rewards are increasingly greater if you succeed. Therefore I counsel you not to act rashly upon your new acquisition of knowledge.”

“I won’t, sir,” Barrent said.

“Very well. You are hereby elevated to the status of Privileged Citizen, with all the rights and obligations which that entails. You are allowed to keep your business, as before. Furthermore, you are granted a week’s free vacation in the Lake of Clouds region; and you may go on that vacation with any female of your choice.”

“I beg pardon?” Barrent said. “What was that last?”

“A week’s vacation,” the hidden judge repeated, “with any female of your choice. It is a high reward, since men outnumber women on Omega by six to one. You may pick any unmarried woman, willing or unwilling. I will grant you three days in which to make a choice.”

“I don’t need three days,” Barrent said. “I want the girl who was sitting in the front row of the spectators’ gallery. The girl with black hair and green eyes. Do you know which one I mean?”

“Yes,” the judge said slowly, “I know which one you mean. Her name is Moera Ermais. I suggest that you choose someone else.”

“Is there any reason?”

“No. But you would be much better advised if you selected someone else. My clerk will be pleased to furnish you with a list of suitable young ladies. All of them have affidavits of good performance. Several are graduates of the Women’s Institute, which, as you perhaps know, gives a rigorous two-year course in the geishan arts and sciences. I can personally recommend your attention to—”

“Moera is the one I want,” Barrent said.

“Young man, you err in your judgment.”

“I’ll have to take that chance.”

“Very well,” the judge said. “Your vacation starts at nine tomorrow morning. I sincerely wish you good fortune.”

Guards escorted Barrent from the judge’s chambers, and he was taken back to his shop. His friends, who had been waiting for the death announcement, came to congratulate him. They were eager to hear the complete details of the Trial by Ordeal; but Barrent had learned now that secret knowledge was the road to power. He gave them only the sketchiest outline.

There was another cause for celebration that night. Tem Rend’s application had finally been accepted by the Assassin’s Guild. As he had promised, he was taking Foeren on as his assistant.

The following morning, Barrent opened his shop and saw a vehicle in front of his door. It had been provided for his vacation by the Department of Justice. Sitting in the back, looking beautiful and very annoyed, was Moera.

She said, “Are you out of your mind, Barrent? Do you think I have time for this sort of thing? Why did you pick me?”

“You saved my life,” Barrent said.

“And I suppose you think that means I’m interested in you? Well, I’m not. If you have any gratitude, you’ll tell the driver that you’ve changed your mind. You can still choose another girl.”

Barrent shook his head. “You’re the only girl I’m interested in.”

“Then you won’t reconsider?”

“Not a chance.”

Moera sighed and leaned back. “Are you really interested in me?”

“Much more than interested,” Barrent said.

“Well,” Moera said, “if you won’t change your mind, I suppose I’ll just have to put up with you.” She turned away; but before she did, Barrent caught the faintest suggestion of a smile.