Stranger in a Strange Land

in happy beauty. But I needed the word. The word is God."
                Jubal shook his head to clear it. "Go ahead."
                Mike pointed triumphantly at Jubal. "Thou art God!"
                Jubal slapped a hand to his face. "Oh, Jesus H.- What have I done? Look, Mike, take it easy! Simmer down! You didn't understand me. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry! Just forget what I've been saying and we'll start over again on another day. But-"
                "Thou art God," Mike repeated serenely. "That which groks. Anne is God. I am God. The happy grass are God, Jill groks in beauty always. Jill is God. All shaping and making and creating together-." He croaked something in Martian and smiled.
                "All right, Mike. But let it wait. Anne, have you been getting all this?"
                "You bet I have, Boss!"
                "Make me a tape. I'll have to work on it. I can't let it stand. I must-" Jubal glanced up, said, "Oh, my God! General Quarters, everybody! Anne! Set the panic button on 'dead-man' setting-and for God's sake keep your thumb on it; they may not be coming here." He glanced up again, at two large air cars approaching from the south. "But I'm afraid they are. Mike! Hide in the pool! Remember what I told you-down in the deepest part, stay there, hold still-and don't come up until I send Jill to get you."
                "Yes, Jubal."
                "Right now! Move!"
                "Yes, Jubal." Mike ran the few steps, cut the water and disappeared. He remembered to keep his knees straight, his toes pointed and his feet together.
                "Jill!" Jubal called out. "Dive in and climb Out. You too, Larry. If anybody saw that, I want 'em confused as to how many are using the pool. Dorcast Climb Out fast, child, and dive in again. Anne- No, you've got the panic button; you can't."
                "I can take my cloak and go to the edge of the pool. Boss, do you want some delay on this 'dead-man' setting?"
                "Uh, yes, thirty seconds. If they land here, put on your Witness cloak at once and get your thumb back on the button. Then wait-and if I call you over to me, let the balloon go up. But I don't dare shout 'Wolf!' on this unless-" He shielded his eyes. "One of them is certainly going to land and it's got that Paddy-wagon look to it, all right. Oh, damn, I had thought they would parley first."
                The first car hovered, then dropped vertically for a landing in the garden area around the pool; the second started slowly circling the house at low altitude. The cars were black, squad carriers in size, and showed only a small, inconspicuous insignia: the stylized globe of the Federation.
                Anne put down the radio relay link that would let "the balloon go up," got quickly into her professional garb, picked the link up again and put her thumb back on the button. The door of the first car started to open as it touched and Jubal charged toward it with the cocky belligerence of a Pekingese. As a man stepped out, Jubal roared, "Get that God damned heap off my rose hushes!"
                The man said, "Jubal Harshaw?"
                "You heard me! Tell that oaf you've got driving for you to raise that bucket and move it back! Off the garden entirely and onto the grass! Anne!"
                "Coming, Boss."
                "Jubal Harshaw, I have a warrant here for-"
                "I don't care if you've got a warrant for the King of England; first you'll move that junk heap off my flowers! Then, so help me, I'll sue you for-" Jubal glanced at the man who had landed, appeared to see him for the first time. "Oh, so it's you," he said with bitter contempt. "Were you born stupid, Heinrich, or did you have to study for it? And when did that uniformed jackass working for you learn to fly? Earlier today? Since I talked to you?"
                "Please examine this warrant," Captain Heinrich said with careful patience. "Then-"
                "Get your go-cart out of my flower beds at once or I'll make a civil rights case out of this that will cost you your pension!"
                Heinrich hesitated. 'Wow!" Jubal screamed. "And tell those other yokels getting out to pick up their big feet! That idiot with the buck teeth is standing on a prize Elizabeth M.