The Worlds of Edmond Hamilton Page 9

  Garris shrieked. And Kenniston saw panic on the faces of the other men, and saw the guns come up.

  "Wait!" he yelled, and darted forward, thrusting the Mayor aside. "For God's sake, wait, you fools!" He faced them, standing so that his body shielded the alien one. He had, himself, a revulsion from that creature that was both beastlike and manlike. But the furry one had looked at him, and had smiled...

  "Don't shoot!" he cried. "It's intelligent, it's one of them!"

  "Stand aside, Kenniston," shouted the Mayor, his voice high with panic. "The brute looks dangerous!"

  The guns he faced swung sharply away from Kenniston. He turned and saw that the four newcomers had suddenly stepped a little to one side. And abruptly, the scene ended. The woman raised her hand in a swift gesture. From the ship out on the plain came a flash of white light. It struck like a snake, at all the crowd of Middletowners in the portal. It struck, and was gone in an instant.

  Kenniston had been in its path, too. He felt a stunning shock in every nerve of his body. There was only a split second of pain, and then a numbed paralysis as from an electric shock. He saw Garris and Hubble and the others stagger, their faces white and shaken. The guns dropped from nerveless hands.

  Then the furry one trudged toward Kenniston. Again, his dark eyes smiled. He made reassuring rumbling sounds, and his big paw-like hands kneaded into Kenniston's neck with expert deftness. The paralysis of Kenniston's nerves began to fade.

  The sorrel-haired younger man had stepped forward and picked up one of the fallen guns. Incredulity came into his eyes as he examined it. He said something in a sharp voice to the others. They looked the gun over and over. Then, puzzled and startled, they stared at Kenniston and at the other Middletowners who now seemed returning to normal.

  "They've got a death ray or something!" choked Bertram Garris. "They can kill us!"

  Hubble said savagely, "Shut up. You're making an ass of yourself. That weapon was only a nonlethal means of defense that you forced them to use."

  The woman called excitedly to the furry one. "Gorr Holl!" It was, obviously, his name. And Gorr Holl rejoined the other three. He too uttered sounds of bewilderment as he looked at the gun.

  Kenniston spoke to Hubble, ignoring Garris and the dazed police. "I think they've just begun to suspect where we came from."

  The excitement of the four newcomers was obvious. It was the woman, Kenniston noticed, who first recovered from that bewilderment. She spoke quickly to the thin, blinking man, the one who had so happily repeated, "Middletown calling!" From her repeated use of the name, Kenniston guessed the man was called Piers Eglin. And Piers Eglin looked the most staggered of all the four-- and the most joyful.

  He came back to Kenniston. He almost devoured him with those blinking eyes. "Middletown," he said. And then, after a moment, "Friends."

  Kenniston seized on that. "Friends? Then you speak English?" The word "English" set Piers Eglin off into a new paroxysm of excitement. He began to babble to the others, but the woman cut him short. He swung back to Kenniston. "English-- language," he almost panted. "You-- speak-- English-- language." Kenniston simply nodded.

  A look of awe crept into Piers Eglin's blinking eyes as he asked, "Who-- No!" He began again. "Where-- do you-- come from?"

  "From the past," Kenniston answered, and felt the full unreality of it as he said it. "From far in the past."

  "How far?"

  Kenniston realized that twentieth-century dates would mean little, after all these epochs. He thought a moment. Then he said, "Very far in the past. In our lifetime, atomic power was first released."

  "So far?" whispered Piers Eglin numbly. "But how? How?" Kenniston shrugged helplessly. "There was an atomic explosion over our city. We found our whole city in this age. That's all."

  The thin man feverishly translated for the others. The woman showed deep interest. But it was Gorr Holl, the furry one, who made the longest comment in his rumbling voice.

  Piers Eglin swung back to Kenniston, but Kenniston stemmed the other's eager questions by a question of his own. "Where do you come from?"

  The thin one pointed up at the dawnlit sky. "From--" he seemed trying to remember the ancient name. Then, "-- from Vega."

  It was Kenniston's turn to be staggered. "But you're Earth-men!" He pointed to Gorr Holl's furry figure. "And what about him?"

  Again, Piers Eglin seemed to search his memory for a name. Then he said it. "Capella. Gorr Holl is from Capella."

  There was a silence, in which the four looked at the men of Middletown. Kenniston's mind was a chaotic whirl, out of which one thing stood clear. The televisor-radio of this domed city had indeed been far outside his comprehension. That radio had been designed for interstellar distances. That was where the call had gone, and whence it had been answered-- from Vega, from Capella, from the stars!

  "But you speak our old language!" he cried incredulously.

  Piers Eglin stumblingly explained. "I am an-- historian, specializing in the pre-atomic Earth civilization. I learned its language from the old records. That is why I asked leave to accompany this party to Earth."

  The woman interrupted. She was shivering a little, and she spoke now in a low, rapid voice. Piers Eglin told them, "She is Varn Allan, the Administrator of this-- this sector. Here--" nodding to the sorrel-haired younger man-- "is Norden Lund, the Sub-Administrator." The words were hard for him to remember, harder still to shape. He added, "Varn Allan asks that we-- we talk inside the city, where it is not so cold."

  Kenniston had guessed that the woman held authority in the group. He was not surprised. Her vibrant forcefulness was striking.

  Mayor Garris, who was half frozen himself, was only too happy to accede to that request. He turned toward the portal, behind which all the thousands of New Middletown were being held with difficulty. Their massed faces showed as a pale blur through the glass of the dome.

  "Make way, there!" Garris ordered, in his most important tone. He gestured at the sweating guardsmen and police who held the line. "Clear a way there, now, we're coming in." He raised his voice, speaking to the people beyond. "Stand back, will you? Everything's fine, the other people have come at last, and they want to see our city. So let them through, let them through!"

  The crowd, with painful reluctance, made a narrow lane through itself, which was widened by the efforts of the guardsmen. Leading the way for the star-folk, the Mayor's dignity was somewhat injured by the uneasiness that caused him to skip hastily ahead with nervous backward glances at Gorr Holl's towering figure. But he kept up his jovial front as leader of his people, shouting to them that all was well, that there was nothing to fear, and begging them to keep back and refrain from pushing.

  Varn Allan was the first one to follow Garris through the portal. She hesitated, just an instant, as she and the jostling eager crowd caught sight of one another, and the crowd sent up a wild-throated roar of cheering that shook the dome. Behind her, Norden Lund grinned and shook his head, as a man might at the bad manners of children. Then Varn Allan smiled at the people and went on, and the edges of the crowd swayed and buckled inward and the guardsmen swore, and some irreverent soul whistled appreciatively at the tall, lithe woman with the golden hair. They shouted questions at her, a thousand all at once, and the half-hysterical greetings of people who have waited so long that they have lost hope and then find it suddenly fulfilled, and Kenniston hoped that they would not do anything violent, like carrying her and Norden Lund on their shoulders.

  He went in right beside Gorr Holl. The people had not seen him yet, except as a vague, dark figure beyond the wall of curving glass. When they did, their voice dropped dead still for a moment and then took up again on a rising note of incredulity and alarm. Women who had shoved and clawed to get in the first row now tried to scramble back out of harm's way, and the edges of the crowd drew sharply apart. Kenniston walked close to the big furry Capellan, his hand resting on one mighty shoulder, to show the crowd that they had nothing to fear. And the people
stared and stared.

  "What the devil is it? A pet?"

  "Look, it's got clothes on! Don't tell me it's one of them!"

  "Keep it away from me! It's showing its teeth..." Kenniston shouted explanations, and under his palm the dark thick fur was hot and alien, and he was almost as much afraid of Gorr Holl as they were. And then, from out of the crowd, a tiny girl came toddling directly into their path. Her eyes shining with childish glee, she ran toward Gorr Holl's mighty, furry form. "Teddy-bear!" she shrieked joyfully. "Teddy-bear!" And she flung her arms around his leg.

  Gorr Holl uttered a rumbling laugh. He reached down his great paw to pat her head, and other children came running, breaking away from fearful mothers, clustering eagerly around the big Capellan as he trudged along. The little girl he hoisted to his shoulder and she rode there clinging to his ears, and after that it was impossible for anyone to fear him. The tension of the crowd relaxed and they grinned at each other and laughed.

  "Sure, it's a pet! Hey, how do you like that? Walking on his hind legs, just like a man! Smart, ain't he? Why, you'd almost think he was trying to talk!"

  Piers Eglin, who must have caught at least a part of this, peered sidelong at Gorr Holl, but he did not offer to translate.

  The crowd became a fluid mass flowing along the boulevards, following the strangers. Help and hope and companionship had come at last to New Middletown, and the relief and joy in the faces of the people were wonderful to see. But Kenniston watched the faces of the blue-eyed woman and the man Norden Lund, seeing their expressions change from incredulity to a startled acceptance.

  Pier Eglin was beside himself. A woman's fur coat entranced him-- quite ordinary cheap fur, but from a species of animal that Kenniston realized must have been extinct for millions of years. Cloth and leather became treasures unimaginable in his eyes. He talked incessantly, feverishly, pointing out this wonder and that to his companions, lapsing occasionally into his painful English to ask Kenniston some question. And when he saw an automobile he became perfectly hysterical with excitement.

  The automobile was of interest to them all. Varn Allan and Norden Lund stopped to examine it, and Gorr Holl, gently disengaging himself from his burden of children, joined them, The furry one's quick eye apparently divined where the motive power was hidden away, and he made signs to Kenniston that he wanted to see inside. Kenniston lifted the hood. Immediately all four bent over to inspect the motor, and the crowd of Middletowners laughed to see the big tame pet animal imitating its masters. The star-folk talked, in their swift unfamiliar tongue, and Norden Lund pointed to the engine assembly with the same half mocking wonder that a man of Kenniston's day might have felt toward an oxcart. Gorr Holl spoke to Piers Eglin, and the little man turned to Kenniston.

  "So beautiful, so primitive," he whispered, and clasped his hands. "They ask you make it-- make it...." He was stumped for a word, but Kenniston got his meaning. The keys were in the lock. He started the motor. Gorr Holl was fascinated. There was a good bit of talking and then the last cupful of gas in the tank ran out, and the motor died. The star-folk looked at each other, and nodded, and went on.

  Mayor Garris was now in his finest form. He had lost his terror of Gorr Holl in his pride and his excitement. He showed the strangers from the stars the means by which New Middletown had been made livable, he babbled about it government, its schools and courts, the distribution of food. How much of it the strangers got through Pier Eglin's stumbling translations, Kenniston could not know. But an unreasoning resentment was growing in him.

  For he and all the folk of Middletown shared Garris' pride. They had had a hard time, but they had taken this alien city and with their own hands and ingenuity they had made a functioning decent habitation out of it, and they were proud of that. And all the while they were being proud, the strangers peered at the gasoline pumps and the improvised water system and the precious electric lights that had cost such labor, and were appalled at the crudity and ignorance of these things. They did not need to say so. It was plain in their faces.

  Presently they stopped and conferred at some length among themselves. Evidently they reached a decision, for Piers Eglin turned and spoke.

  "We have seen enough for this time," he said. "Later--" and here he trembled with eagerness and his eyes shone moistly, like a hound's-- "later we will wish to see the old city, which you say still stands. But now Varn Allan says we will return to the ship, to report what we have found to Government Center."

  "Listen!" said Kenniston urgently. "We need help. We need power, and our fuel is running low."

  Hubble, who had been nearby through all the visit of the strangers, nodded and said, "If you could start up some of the atomic generators here..."

  Piers Eglin turned at once to consult Varn Allan, who glanced at Kenniston and Hubble and nodded. Piers Eglin said, "Of course. She says you should be made as comfortable as possible while you are still here. The crew of the Thanis will help. They will work under Gorr Holl, who is our chief atomic technician."

  The Mayor gasped. "That furry brute a technician?"

  Piers Eglin cleared his throat. "There will be-- others, among the crew. They will be strange to you. But they are also friends. You had better assure your people."

  Garris gulped, and said, "I'll attend to it."

  "I will act as-- yes, interpreter. And now there is much to be done. I will return shortly, with the crew and the necessary-- uh-- objects."

  The star-folk left then, going back as they had come, though the portal and out across the dusty plain. And as they went Mayor Garris gave the news to the crowd-- power, more water, more lights, perhaps even heat. The wild, jubilant cheering startled the still heights of the towers and the dome rang with it and underneath that cry of joy, Hubble said to Kenniston, "What did he mean-- while we are still here?" Kenniston shook his head. A cold doubt was in him, almost a foreboding, and it was based on nothing that had been said or done, but simply on the realization of the abyss that separated the civilization of old Middletown from civilization that had gone out among the stars so far and so long ago that Earth was almost forgotten.

  He wondered how well those two incredibly disparate cultures were going to understand each other. He stood for a long while, wondering, watching the crowd disperse, and even the thought that soon the big generators would be humming again could not dispel his worry.

  Chapter 11

  revelation

  The Crew of the Thanis came into New Middletown that afternoon, and Kenniston and Carol, and all the rest of the city's thousands, watched them come.

  There were two score of them-- a hard-handed, alert, capable breed no different from all the sailors Kenniston had ever seen, though their seas were the incalculable deeps of outer space and their faces were darkened by the rays of alien Suns. Across the blowing dust of this world that had bred and lost them they came, and with them were the others Piers Eglin had spoken of-- the strange children of other stars.

  Kenniston had explained about these aliens to Carol, who had seen no more than the tips of Gorr Holl's furry ears and had supposed, like the others, that he was only a peculiar kind of pet. He didn't think that she had really understood him, any more than the people of New Middletown had really understood the Mayor's similar explanation.

  "From Vega," Carol had said, and shivered, looking toward the dim sky where the stars showed even in daylight. "They can't be like us, Ken. No human being could ever go out there, and still be like us."

  Kenniston was startled to hear his own thoughts repeated in her voice, but he said reassuringly. "They can't have changed too much. And the others, the humanoids-- they may look queer, but they're our friends."

  It was what Mayor Garris had told his people. "Whatever these newcomers are like, they've got to be treated right, and there's a jail cell waiting for anyone who makes trouble with them. Do you all get that? No matter what they look like, act as though they're people!"

  Hearing is one thing, seeing another. And now Car
ol's fingers closed tight on Kenniston's hand and her body shrank against his, and the crowd who had gathered to watch this second entrance of the incredible into their midst, stared and whispered and moved uneasily.

  One of these aliens was big and bulky, walking stodgily on massive legs. His wrinkled gray skin hung in heavy folds. His face was broad and flat and featureless, with little, wise old eyes that glanced with shrewd understanding at the staring, silent crowd.

  Two were lean and dark, moving like conspirators wrapped in black cloaks. Their narrow heads were hairless, and their glance was bright and full of madcap humor. Kenniston realized with a shock that the cloaks they wore were wings, folded close around their bodies.

  There was another, who had peculiar gliding grace that hinted of unguessed strength and speed, and whose bearing was very cool and proud. He was handsome, with a mane of snow-white fur sweeping back from his brow, and there was only a faint touch of cruelty in his broad cheekbones and straight, smiling mouth.

  These four, and Gorr Holl were manlike but not men, children of far worlds walking with easy confidence on old Earth.

  "They're horrible," whispered Carol, drawing away. "Unholy! How can you stand to be near them?"

  Kenniston was fighting down much the same reaction. The Middletowners gaped and muttered and drew back, partly from a creeping fear of the unnatural, partly from sheer racial resentment. It was hard enough to accept the fact that such non-human people existed at all. It was harder still to accept them as equals. Beast was beast and man was man, and there was no middle ground...

  But not to Middletown's children. They ignored the bronzed spacemen and clustered in droves around the humanoids. They had none of their elders' preconceptions. These were creatures out of fairy tales come alive, and the children loved them.

  Piers Eglin came up to Kenniston. Kenniston said. "Hubble has the main generator rooms opened up. He's waiting for us there. I'll take you."