That Share Of Glory Part 8

"On your own time, if you wish. Mostly h*s ethics aad morals so you'll be able to weigh the values of such things at knife-throwing."

"Ethics! Morals!"

"We started as missionaries, you know."

"Everybody knows that. But the Great Utilitarian Reform

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"Some of us," said blackboard dryly, "think it was neither great, nor utilitarian, nor a reform."

It was a staggering idea. "But we're spreading utilitarian civilization!" protested Alen. "Or if we're not, what's the sense of it all?"

Blackboard told him: "We have our different motives. One is a sincere utilitarian; another is a gambler-happy when he's in danger and his pulses are pounding. Another is proud and likes to trick people. More than a few conceive themselves as servants of mankind. I'll let you rest for a bit now." He rose.

"But you?" asked Alen hesitantly.

"Me? You will find me in Chapter Twenty-Six," grinned blackbeard. "And perhaps you'll find someone else." He closed the door behind him.

Alen ran through the chapter in his mind, puzzled, until- that was it.

It had a strange and inevitable familiarity to it as if he had always known that he would be saying it aloud, welcomingly, hi this cramped cubicle aboard a battered stars.h.i.+p:

"G.o.d is not willing to do everything, and thus take away our free will and that share of glory which belongs to us."