Ford held his head and tried to see straight.
The sky was beginning to lighten in the west, which was where the sun rose. Arthur didn’t particularly want to see it. The last thing he wanted after a hellish night like this one was some blasted day coming along and barging about the place.
`What are you doing in a place like this, Arthur?’ demanded Ford.
`Well,’ said Arthur, `making sandwiches mostly.’
`What?’
`I am, probably was, the sandwich maker for a small tribe. It was a bit embarrassing really. When I first arrived, that is, when they rescued me from the wreckage of this super high-technology spacecraft which had crashed on their planet, they were very nice to me and I thought I should help them out a bit. You know, I’m an educated chap from a high-technology culture, I could show them a thing or two. And of course I couldn’t. I haven’t got the faintest idea, when it comes down to it, of how anything actually works. I don’t mean like video-recorders, nobody knows how to work those. I mean just something like a pen or an artesian well or something. Not the foggiest. I couldn’t help at all. One day I got glum and made myself a sandwich. That suddenly got them all excited. They’d never seen one before. It was just an idea that had never occurred to them, and I happen to quite like making sandwiches, so it all sort of developed from there.’
`And you enjoyed that?’
`Well, yes, I think I sort of did, really. Getting a good set of knives, that sort of thing.’
`You didn’t, for instance, find it mind-witheringly, explosively, astoundingly, blisteringly dull?’
`Well, er, no. Not as such. Not actually blisteringly.’
`Odd. I would.’
`Well, I suppose we have a different outlook.’
`Yes.’
`Like the pikka birds.’
Ford had no idea what he was talking about and couldn’t be bothered to ask. Instead he said, `So how the hell do we get out of this place?’
`Well I think the simplest way from here is just to follow the way down the valley to the plains, probably take an hour, and then walk round from there. I don’t think I could face going back up and over the way I came.’
`Walk round where from there?’
`Well, back to the village. I suppose.’ Arthur sighed a little forlornly.
`I don’t want to go to any blasted village!’ snapped Ford.
`We’ve got to get out of here!’
`Where? How?’
`I don’t know, you tell me. You live here! There must be some way off this zarking planet.’
`I don’t know. What do you usually do? Sit around and wait for a passing spacecraft, I suppose.’
`Oh yes? And how many spacecraft have visited this zark- forsaken little fleapit recently?’
`Well, a few years ago there was mine that crashed here by mistake. Then there was, er, Trillian, then the parcel delivery, and now you, and…’
`Yes, but apart from the usual suspects?’
`Well, er, I think pretty much none, so far as I know. Pretty quiet round here.’
As if deliberately to prove him wrong, there was a long, low distant roll of thunder.
Ford leapt to his feet fretfully and started pacing backwards and forwards in the feeble, painful light of the early dawn which lay streaked against the sky as if someone had dragged a piece of liver across it.
`You don’t understand how important this is,’ he said.
`What? You mean my daughter out there all alone in the Galaxy? You think I don’t…’
`Can we feel sorry for the Galaxy later?’ said Ford. `This is very, very serious indeed. The Guide has been taken over. It’s been bought out.’
Arthur leapt up. `Oh very serious,’ he shouted. `Please fill me in straight away on some corporate publishing politics! I can’t tell you how much it’s been on my mind of late!’
`You don’t understand! There’s a whole new Guide!’
`Oh!’ shouted Arthur again. `Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m incoherent with excitement! I can hardly wait for it to come out to find out which are the most exciting spaceports to get bored hanging about in in some globular cluster I’ve never heard of. Please, can we rush to a store that’s got it right this very instant?’