THE PALE THIN GOD
                               by Mike Resnick  

  
  

    He stood quietly before us, the pale thin god who had invaded 
our land, and waited to hear the charges. 
     The first of us to speak was Mulungu, the god of the Yao 
people. 
     "There was a time, many eons ago, when I lived happily upon 
the earth with my animals. But then men appeared. They made fire 
and set the land ablaze. They found my animals and began killing 
them. They devised weapons and went to war with each other. I 
could not tolerate such behavior, so I had a spider spin a thread 
up to heaven, and I ascended it, never to return. And yet _you_ 
have sacrificed yourself for these very same creatures." 
     Mulungu pointed a long forefinger at the pale thin god. "I 
accuse you of the crime of Love." 
     He sat down, and immediately Nyambe, the god of the Koko 
people, arose. 
     "I once lived among men," he said, "and there was no such 
thing as death in the world, because I had given them a magic 
tree. When men grew old and wrinkled, they went and lived under 
the tree for nine days, and it made them young again. But as the 
years went by men began taking me for granted, and stopped 
worshiping me and making sacrifices to me, so I uprooted my tree 
and carried it up to heaven with me, and without its magic, men 
finally began to die." 
     He stared balefully at the pale thin god. "And now you have 
taught men that they may triumph over death. I charge you with the 
crime of Life." 
     Next Ogun, the god of the Yoruba people, stepped forward. 
     "When the gods lived on Earth, they found their way barred by 
impenetrable thorn bushes. I created a _panga_ and cleared the way 
for them, and this _panga_ I turned over to men, who use it not 
only for breaking trails but for the glory of war. And yet you, 
who claim to be a god, tell your worshipers to disdain weapons and 
never to raise a hand in anger. I accuse you of the crime of 
Peace." 
     As Ogun sat down, Muluku, god of the Zambesi, rose to his 
feet. 
     "I made the earth," he said. "I dug two holes, and from one 
came a man, and from the other a woman. I gave them land and tools 
and seeds and clay pots, and told them to plant the seeds, to 
build a house, and to cook their food in the pots. But the man and 
the woman ate the raw seeds, broke the pots, and left the tools by 
the side of a trail. Therefore, I summoned two monkeys, and made 
the same gifts to them. The two monkeys dug the earth, built a 
house, harvested their grain, and cooked it in their pots." He 
paused. "So I cut off the monkeys' tails and stuck them on the two 
men, decreeing that from that day forth they would be monkeys and 
the monkeys would be men." 
     He pointed at the pale thin god. "And yet, far from punishing 
men, you forgive them their mistakes. I charge you with the crime 
of Compassion." 
     En-kai, the god of the Maasai, spoke next. 
     "I created the first warrior, Le-eyo, and gave him a magic 
chant to recite over dead children that would bring them back to 
life and make them immortal. But Le-eyo did not utter the chant 
until his own son had died. I told him that it was too late, that 
the chant would no longer work, and that because of his 
selfishness, Death will always have power over men. He begged me 
to relent, but because I am a god and a god cannot be wrong, I did 
not do so." 
     He paused for a moment, then stared coldly at the pale thin 
god. "You would allow men to live again, even if only in heaven. I 
accuse you of the crime of Mercy." 
     Finally Huveane, god of the Basuto people, arose. 
     "I, too, lived among men in eons past. But their pettiness 
offended me, and so I hammered some pegs into the sky and climbed 
up to heaven, where men would never see me again." He faced the 
pale thin god. "And now, belatedly, you have come to our land, 
and you teach that men may ascend to heaven, that they may even 
sit at your right hand. I charge you with the crime of Hope." 
     The six fearsome gods turned to me. 
     "We have spoken," they said. "It is your turn now, Anubis. Of 
what crime do you charge him?" 
     "I do not make accusations, only judgments," I replied. 
     "And how do you judge him?" they demanded. 
     "I will hear him speak, and then I will tell you," I said. I 
turned to the pale thin god. "You have been accused of the crimes 
of Peace, Life, Mercy, Compassion, Love, and Hope. What have you 
to say in your defense?" 
     The pale thin god looked at us, his accusers. 
     "I have been accused of Peace," he said, never raising his 
voice, "and yet more Holy Wars have been fought in my name than in 
the names of all other gods combined. The earth has turned red 
with the blood of those who died for my Peace. 
     "I have been accused of Life," he continued, "yet in my name, 
the Spaniards have baptized Aztec infants and dashed out their 
brains against rocks so they might ascend to heaven without living 
to become warriors. 
     "I have been accused of Mercy, but the Inquisition was held 
in my name, and the number of men who were tortured to death is 
beyond calculation. 
     "I have been accused of Compassion, yet not a single man who 
worships me has ever lived a life without pain, without fear, 
and without misery. 
     "I have been accused of Love, yet I have not ended suffering, 
or disease, or death, and he who leads the most blameless and 
saintly life will be visited by all of my grim horsemen just as 
surely as he who rejects me. 
     "Finally, I have been accused of Hope," he said, and now the 
stigmata on his hands and feet and neck began to glow a brilliant 
red, "and yet since I have come to your land, I have brought 
famine to the north, genocide to the west, drought to the south, 
and disease to the east. And everywhere, where there was Hope, 
there is only poverty and ignorance and war and death. 
     "So it has been wherever I have gone, so shall it always be. 
     "Thus do I answer your charges." 
     They turned to me, the six great and terrible deities, to ask 
for my judgment. But I had already dropped to my knees before the 
greatest god of us all. 

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