The automata reappeared, serving one of those delicious liquids which form the innocent wines of the Vril-ya.
“Truly,” said I, “this is a charming residence, and I can scarcely conceive why you do not settle yourself here instead of amid the gloomier abodes of the city.”
“As responsible to the community for the administration of light, I am compelled to reside chiefly in the city, and can only come hither for short intervals.”
“But since I understand from you that no honours are attached to your office, and it involves some trouble, why do you accept it?”
“Each of us obeys without question the command of the Tur. He said, ‘Be it requested that Aph-Lin shall be the Commissioner of Light,’ so I had no choice; but having held the office now for a long time, the cares, which were at first unwelcome, have become, if not pleasing, at least endurable. We are all formed by custom—even the difference of our race from the savage is but the transmitted continuance of custom, which becomes, through hereditary descent, part and parcel of our nature. You see there are Ana who even reconcile themselves to the responsibilities of chief magistrate, but no one would do so if his duties had not been rendered so light, or if there were any questions as to compliance with his requests.”
“Not even if you thought the requests unwise or unjust?”
“We do not allow ourselves to think so, and, indeed, everything goes on as if each and all governed themselves according to immemorial custom.”
“When the chief magistrate dies or retires, how do you provide for his successor?”
“The An who has discharged the duties of chief magistrate for many years is the best person to choose one by whom those duties may be understood, and he generally names his successor.”
“His son, perhaps?”