seemed rich and wondrous. A half. empty whisky bottle and an unwashed glass
stood on the liquor cabinet.
I went across the carpeting to the desk and reached out, pulling the
phone toward me.
I lifted the receiver and immediately Tupper said, in his businessman’s
voice, ‘Mr Carter, it’s good to hear from you at last. Events are going
well, we hope. You have made, we would presume, preliminary contact.’
As if they didn’t know!
‘That’s not what I called about,’ I snapped.
‘But that was the understanding. You were to act for us.’
The unctuous smugness of the voice burned me up.
‘And it was understood, as well,’ I asked, ‘that you were to make a
fool of me?’
The voice was startled. ‘We fail to understand. Will you please
explain?’
‘The time machine,’ I said.
‘Oh, that.’
‘Yes, oh, that,’ I said.
“But, Mr Carter, if we had asked you to take it back you would have
been convinced that we were using you. You’d probably have refused.’
‘And you weren’t using me?’
‘Why, I suppose we were. We’d have used anyone. It was important to get
that mechanism to your world. Once you know the pattern…’
‘I don’t care about the pattern,’ I said angrily. ‘You tricked me and
you admit you tricked me. That’s a poor way to start negotiations with
another race.’
‘We regret it greatly. Not that we did it, but the way we did it. If
there is anything we can do…’
‘There’s a lot that you can do. You can cut out horsing around with
fifty-dollar bills…’
‘But that’s repayment,’ wailed the voice. ‘We told you you’d get back
your fifteen hundred. We promised you’d get back much more than your fifteen
hundred…’
‘You’ve had your readers read economic texts?’
‘Oh, certainly we have.’
‘And you’ve observed, for a long time and at first hand, our economic
practices?’
‘As best we can,’ the voice said. ‘It’s sometimes difficult.’
‘You know, of course, that money grows on bushes.’
‘No, we don’t know that, at all. We know how money’s made. But what is
the difference? Money’s money, isn’t it, no matter what its source?’
‘You couldn’t be more wrong,’ I said. ‘You’d better get wised up.’
‘You mean the money isn’t good?’
‘Not worth a damn,’ I said.
‘We hope we’ve done no wrong,’ the voice said, crestfallen. I said,
‘The money doesn’t matter. There are other things that do. You’ve shut us
off from the world and we have sick people here. We had just one poor
fumbling doctor to take care of them. And now the doctor’s sick himself and
no other doctor can get in…’
‘You need a steward,’ said the voice.
‘What we need,’ I told them, ‘is to get this barrier lifted so we can
get out and others can get in. Otherwise there are going to be people dying
who don’t have to die.’
‘We’ll send a steward,’ said the voice. ‘We’ll send one right away. A
most accomplished one. The best that we can find.’
‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘about this steward. But we need help as fast
as we can get it.’
‘We,’ the voice pledged, ‘will do the best we can.’
The voice clicked off and the phone went dead. And suddenly I realized
that I’d not asked the most important thing of all – why had they wanted to
get the time machine into our world?
I jiggled the connection. I put the receiver down and lifted it again.
I shouted in the phone and nothing happened.
I pushed the phone away and stood hopeless in the room. For all of it,
I knew, was a very hopeless mess.
Even after years of study, they did not understand us or our
institutions. They did not know that money was symbolic and not simply
scraps of paper. They had not, for a moment, taken into consideration what
could happen to a village if it were isolated from the world.
They had tricked me and had used me and they should have known that
nothing can arouse resentment quite so easily as simple trickery. They
should have known, but they didn’t know, or if they knew, had discounted
what they knew – and that was as bad or worse than if they had not known.
I opened the study door and went into the hall. And as I started down
the hail, the front door opened and Nancy stepped inside.
I stopped at the foot of the stairway that rose out of the hall and for
a moment we simply stood there, looking at one another, neither of us
finding anything to say.
‘I came to use the phone,’ I said.
She nodded.
‘I suppose,’ I said, ‘I should say I’m sorry for the fight with Hiram.’
‘I’m sorry, too,’ she said, misunderstanding me, or pretending that she
misunderstood. ‘But I suppose there was no way you could help it.’
‘He threw the phone,’ I told her.
But of course it had not been the phone, not the phone alone. It had
been all the times before the phone was thrown.
‘You said the other night,’ I reminded her, ‘that we could go out for
drinks and dinner. I guess that will have to wait. Now there’s no place we
can go.’
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘so we could start over.’
I nodded, feeling miserable.
‘I was to dress up my prettiest,’ she said, ‘and we would have been so
gay.’
‘Like high school days,’ I said.
‘Brad.’
‘Yes,’ I said, and took a step toward her.
Suddenly she was in my arms.
‘We don’t need drinks and dinner,’ she said. ‘Not the two of us.’
No, I thought, not the two of us.
I bent and kissed her and held her close and there was only us. There
was no closed-off village and no alien terror. There was nothing that
mattered now except this girl who long ago had walked the street, hand in
hand with me, and had not been ashamed.
21
The steward came that afternoon, a little, wizened humanoid who looked
like a bright-eyed monkey. With him was another – also humanoid – but great,
lumbering and awkward, gaunt and austere, with a horse-like face. He looked,
at first sight, the perfect caricature of a career diplomat. The scrawny
humanoid wore a dirty and shapeless piece of cloth draped about him like a
robe, and the other wore a breech-clout and a sort of vest, equipped with
massive pockets that bulged with small possessions.
The entire village was lined up on the slope behind my house and the
betting had been heavy that nothing would show up. I heard whispers,
suddenly cutoff, everywhere I went.
Then they came, the two of them, popping out of nowhere and standing in
the garden.
I walked down the slope and across the garden to meet them. They stood
waiting for me and behind me, on that slope covered by a crowd of people,
there was utter silence.
As I came near, the big one stepped forward, the little wizened
character trailing close behind.
‘I speak your language newly,’ said the big one. ‘If you don’t know,
ask me once again.’
‘You’re doing well,’ I told him.
‘You be Mr Carter?’
‘That is right. And you?’
‘My designation,’ he told me, solemnly, ‘is to you great gibberish. I
have decided you can call me only Mr Smith.’
‘Mr Smith,’ I said, ‘we are glad to have you here. You are the steward
I was told about?’
‘No. This other personage is he. But he has no designation I can speak
to you. He makes no noise at all. He hears and answers only in his brain. He
is a queerish thing.’
‘A telepath,’ I said.
‘Oh, yes, but do not mistake me. Of much intelligence. Also very smart.
We are of different worlds, you know. There be many different worlds, many
different peoples. We welcome you to us.’
‘They sent you along as an interpreter?’
‘Interpreter? I do not share your meaning. I learn your words very fast
from a mechanism. I do not have much time. I fail to catch them all.’
‘Interpreter means you speak for him. He tells you and you tell us.’
‘Yes, indeed. Also you tell me and I tell him. But interpreter is not
all I am. Also diplomat, very highly trained.’
‘Huh?’
‘Help with negotiations with your race. Be helpful as I can. Explain
very much, perhaps. Aid you as you need.’
‘You said there are many different worlds and many different people.
You mean a long, long chain of worlds and of people, too?’
‘Not all worlds have people,’ he told me. ‘Some have nothing. No life
of any sort. Some hold life, but no intelligence. Some once had
intelligence, but intelligence is gone.’ He made a strange gesture with his
hand. ‘It is pity what can happen to intelligence. It is frail; it does not
stay forever.’