Jack Vance - The Houses of Iszm

It was assumed as a matter of course that visitors came to Iszm with a single purpose: to steal a female house. Cosmographers, students, babes-in-arms, notorious scoundrels: the Iszic cynically applied the same formula to allmicroscopic inspection of mind and body and detailed surveillance.

Only the fact that they turned up so many house-thieves justified the procedure.

From a distance, it seemed simple enough to steal a house. A seed no larger than a grain of barley could be sewn into a strap; a seedling could be woven into the pattern of a shawl; a young shoot could be taped to a rocket-missile and launched into space. There were a thousand fool-proof ways to steal an Iszic house; all had been tried, and the unsuccessful thieves had been conducted to the Mad House, their Iszic escorts courteous to the last. As realists, the Iszic knew that some daya year, a hundred years, a thousand yearsthe monopoly would be broken. As fanatically secretive controllers of the monopoly they intended to postpone this day as long as possible.

Aile Fair was a tall, gaunt man in his thirties, with a droll, corded face, big hands and feet. His skin, eyes and hair were a dust-colored monochrome. More important to the Iszic, he was a botanist, hence an automatic object of the utmost suspicion.

Arriving at Jhespiano atoll aboard the Red Ball Packet Eubert Honore, he encountered suspicion remarkable even in Iszm. Two of the Szecr, the elite police, met him at the exit hatch, escorted him down the gangway like a prisoner, and ushered him into a peculiar one-way passage. Flexible spines grew from the walls in the direction of passage. A man could enter the hall, but could not change his mind and return. The end of the passage was closed by a sheet of clear glass and at this point Farr could move neither forward nor back.

An Iszic wearing bands of wine-red and gray stepped forward and examined him through the glass. Farr felt like a specimen in a case. The Iszic grudgingly slid the panel back and led Farr into a small private room. With the Szecr standing at his back, Farr turned over his debarkation slip, his health certificate, his bond of good character, his formal entry application. The clerk dropped the debarkation slip into a macerator, inspected and returned the certificate and bond, and then settled himself to a study of the application.

The Iszic eye, split into major and minor segments, is capable of double focus. The clerk read with the lower fraction of his eyes, appraising Farr with the top section.

Occupation he turned both segments of his eyes on Farr, then flicking the bottom one back, read on in a cool monotone. research associate. Place of businessUniversity of Los Angeles, Department of Botany. He lay the application form to one side. May I inquire your motives for visiting Iszm?

Fairs patience was wearing thin. He pointed to the application. Ive written it all down.

The clerk read without taking his eyes from Farr, who watched in fascination, marveling at the feat.

I am on sabbatical leave, read the clerk. I am visiting a number of worlds where plants contribute effectively to the welfare of man. The clerk focused both eye fractions on Farr. Why do you trouble yourself to this extent? Surely the information is conveniently available on Earth?

I am interested in first-hand observations.

To what purpose?

Farr shrugged. Professional curiosity.

I expect that you are acquainted with our laws.

How could I avoid it? said Farr in irritation. Ive been briefed ever since the ship left Starholme.

You understand that you will be allowed no special privilegesno exhaustive or analytical study You understand?

Of course.

Our regulations are stringentI must emphasize this. Many visitors forget, and involve themselves with severe penalties.

By now, said Farr, I know your laws better than I know my own.

It is illegal to lift, detach, cut, accept, secrete or remove any vegetable matter, vegetable fragment, seed, seedling, sapling or tree, no matter where you find it.

I intend nothing illegal.

Most of our visitors say the same, responded the clerk. Kindly step into the next chamber, remove all your clothes and personal effects. These will be returned to you at your departure.

Fair looked at him blankly. My moneymy camera my

You will be issued Iszic equivalents.

Farr wordlessly entered a white enameled chamber where he undressed. An attendant packed his clothes in a glass box, then pointed out that Farr had neglected to remove his ring.

I suppose if I had false teeth youd want them too, growled Farr.

The Iszic quickly scanned the form. You assert quite definitely that your teeth are integral to your body, natural and without modification. The upper segments regarded Farr accusingly. Is this an inaccuracy?

Of course not, protested Farr. They are natural. I merely put forward as a hypothesis a joke.

The Iszic muttered into a mesh and Farr was taken into a side room where his teeth were given an exacting inspection. Ill learn not to make jokes, Farr told himself. These people have no sense of humor.

Eventually the medics, shaking their heads glumly, returned Farr to the outer chamber, where he was met by an Iszic in a tight white and gray uniform, carrying a hypodermic.

Farr drew back. Whats this!

A harmless radiant.

I dont need any.

It is necessary, said the medic, for your own protection. Most visitors hire boats and sail out upon the Pheadh. Occasionally there are storms, the boats are blown off course. This radiant will define your position on the master panel.

I dont want to be protected, said Farr. I dont want to be a light on a panel.

Then you must leave Iszm.

Farr submitted, cursing the medic for the length of the needle and the quantity of radiant.

Nowinto the next room for your tri-type, if you please.

Farr shrugged and walked into the next room.

On the gray disk, Farr Sainhpalms forward, eyes wide.

He stood rigid as feeler-planes brushed down his body. In a glass dome a three-dimensional simulacrum of himself six inches high took form. Farr inspected it sourly.

Thank you, said the operative. Clothes and whatever personal effects you may need will be issued in the next room.

Farr dressed in visitors uniform: white soft trousers, a gray and green striped smock, a loose dark-green velvet beret that fell low over his ear. Now may I go?

The attendant looked into a slot beside him. Farr could see a flicker of bright characters. You are Farr Sainh the research botanist. It was as if he had said, You are Farr, the admitted criminal.

Im Farr.

There are several formalities awaiting you.

The formalities required three hours. Farr was once more given to the Szecr, who examined him carefully.

He was finally allowed his freedom. A young man in the yellow and green stripes of the Szecr escorted him to a gondola floating in the lagoon, a long slender craft grown from a single pod. Farr gingerly took a seat and was sculled across to the city of Jhespiano.

It was his first experience in an Iszic city, and it was far richer than his mental picture. The houses grew at irregular intervals along the avenues and canalsheavy gnarled trunks, supporting first the lower pods, then masses of broad leaves, half-submerging the upper pod-banks. Something stirred in Farrs memoryan association Yeasts or mycetozoa under the microscope. Lamproderma violaceum? Dictydium cancellatum? There was the same proliferation of branches. The pods might have been magnified sporangia. There was the same arched well-engineered symmetry, the peculiar complex colors: dark blue overlaid with glistening gray down, burnt orange with a scarlet luster, scarlet with a purple over-glow, sooty green, white highlighted with pink, subtle browns and near-blacks. The avenues below drifted with the Iszic population, a quiet pale people, secure in the stratifications of their guilds and castes.