Catching on quickly, Storrel moved to stand directly in front of
the screen. “Stor-rel. Storrel.” Then, on impulse, he added:
“Good afternoon.” He admitted later that it sounded stupid, but claimed that his brain hadn’t been thinking too coherently at the time. The view on the egg’s screen changed momentarily to show Storrel looking back at himself.
“Storrel,” the alien voice stated. The pronunciation was perfect. A number of those watching had believed at the time that it was Storrel himself’who had spoken.
Miralski and Oberman were introduced in turn, an exercise in shuffling and clambering that was not helped by the restricted confines of the cabin. Then a series of pictures was flashed on the screen, to each of which Storrel replied with an English noun:
Ganymean, Earthman, spaceship, star, arm, leg, hand, foot. That went on for a few minutes. Evidently the Ganymeans were accepting the onus of doing all the learning; it soon became apparent why-whoever was doing the talking showed an ability to absorb and remember information with astonishing speed. He never asked for a repeat of a definition and he never forgot a detail. His mistakes were frequent to begin with but once corrected they never recurred. The voice did not synchronize with the mouths of the three visible Ganymeans; presumably the speaker was one of the others aboard the alien ship who must have been monitoring the proceedings.
A small screen alongside the egg’s main display suddenly presented a diagram: a small circle adorned with a wreath of radial spikes, and around it a set of nine concentric circles.
“What the hell’s this?” Storrel’s voice murmured.
Shannon’s brow creased into a frown. He looked inquiringly at the faces around him.
“Solar System,” Hunt suggested. Shannon passed the information on to Storrel, who advised the Ganymean. The picture switched to that of just an empty circle.
“Who is this?” the Ganymean voice asked.
“Correction,” Storrel said, employing the convention that had already been adopted. “What is this?”
“Where ‘who’? Where ‘what’?”
“Who’ for Ganymeans and Earthmen.”
“Ganymeans and Earthmen-collective?”
“People.”
“Ganymeans and Earthmen people?”
“Ganymeans and Earthmen are people.” “Ganymeans and Earthmen are people.” “Correct.”
“‘What’ for not-people?”
“Correct.”
“Not-people-general?”
“Things.”
“‘Who’ for people; ‘what’ for things?”
“Correct.”
“What is this?”
“A circle.”
A dot then appeared in the middle of the circle.
“What is this?” the voice inquired.
“The center.”
“‘The’ for one; ‘a’ for many?”
“The’ when one; ‘a’ when many.”
The diagram of the Solar System reappeared as before, but with the symbol at the center flashing on and off.
“What is this?”
“The Sun.”
“A star?”
“Correct.”
Storrel proceeded to name the planets as their respective symbols were flashed in turn. The dialogue was still slow and clumsy but it was improving. During the exchange that followed, the Ganymeans managed to convey their bewilderment at the absence of any planet between Mars and Jupiter, a task that proved to be not too difficult since the Earthmen had been expecting it. It took a long time to get the message across that Minerva had been destroyed, and that all that remained of it was some rubble and Pluto, the latter already named and the source, understandably, of further mystery to the aliens.
When, after repeated questioning and double-checking, the Ganymeans at last accepted that they had not misunderstood, their mood became very quiet and subdued. Despite the fact that none of the gestures and facial expressions were familiar to them, the Earthmen watching were overcome by the sense of utter despair and infinite sadness apparent on the alien ship. They could feel the anguish that was written into every movement of those long, now somehow sorrowful, Ganymean faces, as if their very
bones were being touched by a wail that came from the beginning of time.
It took a while for the aliens to become communicative again. The Earthmen, noting that the Ganymean expectations had been based on a knowledge of the Solar System that belonged to the distant past, concluded that they must after all, as had been suspected for some time, have migrated to another star. Very probably then, their sudden reappearance represented a sentimental journey to the place where their kind had originated millions of years before and which none of them had ever seen except, perhaps, as carefully preserved records that had been handed down for longer than could be remembered. Small wonder they were dismayed at what they had come so far to find.