Before I had to listen to one more boring macho tale about the right situation I excused myself and went for a jog. Returned sweating nicely, did some pushups and situps, then went for a wash. Steengo was there when I came out. Shaking his joined hands over his head when I lifted a quizzical eyebrow.
“Success. Heimskur is head of the bunch who Labor in the Cause of Science, or so Veldi says.”
“Veldi . . . ?”
“The doorman here. He does have a name after all. From what he says I get the feeling that this is a pretty stratified society with everyone in their correct place. Great respect is given to the scientist. Veldi was more than respectful when he talked about them because they appear to be the ones pretty much in charge.”
“Great. How do we get to meet Heimskur?”
“We wait patiently,” Steengo said and looked at his watch. “Because any moment our transportation will be here to take us to his august presence.”
“Not the Chariots of Fire again?” Floyd groaned.
“No. But something that sounds just as ominous. A Transport of Delight . . .”
Before we had time to dwell too long on that thought there was a brisk knocking and gold-clad Veldi threw the door open.
“Gentlemen-this way if you please.”
We walked heads high and strong. Hiding any qualms we might have had. Though we shuddered to a halt when we saw what was awaiting us.
“Your Transport of Delight,” Veldi said proudly, waving magnanimously in the direction of what could only be a landlocked lifeboat.
It was snow-white, clinker-built, with a stub mast festooned with flags, white wheels just visible tucked under the keel below. A uniformed officer looked down from the rail above, saluted, gave a signal-and the rope ladder clattered down to our feet.
“All aboard,” I said as I led the way.
Cushioned divans awaited us while attendants beckoned and held out jars of cool drink. As soon as we were seated the officer signaled again and the drummer in the bow whirred his sticks in a rapid drumroll – then shifted to his bass drum. As the first, methodical boom boomed out the Transport of Delight shuddered. Then began to roll slowly forward.
“A galley-without slaves or oars,” Floyd said.
“Plenty of slaves,” I said as a wave of masculine perspiration wafted up from the funnel-shaped vent beside me. “But instead of oars they are grinding away at gears or some such, to turn the wheels.”
“No complaints,” Steengo said, sipping at his wine. “Not after the Chariots of Fire.”
We rolled ponderously between the buildings, nodding at the bystanders and occasionally giving a royal flick of the hand at some of our cheering fans. We moved on through what appeared to be a residential quarter and beyond it into a park-like countryside. Our road wove between the trees, past a row of ornamental fountains to ponderously stop before an immense glass-walled building. A party of elegantly dressed ancients awaited us. Led by the most ancient of them all, white-clad and standing firmly erect. But his face was wrinkled beyond belief. I clambered down the ladder and dropped before him.
“Do I address the noble Heimskur?”
“You do. And of course you are Jim of the Rats. Welcome, welcome all.”
There was plenty of handshaking and glad cries of joy before Heimskur broke off the reception and led me into the glass building.
“Welcome,” he said, “doubly welcome. To the College of Knowledge from whence all good things flow. If you will follow me I will explain our labors to you. Since you gentlemen come from the surging, mongrel worlds outside our peaceful boundaries you will surely appreciate how the application of intelligence makes our society such a happy and peaceful world. No strife, no differences, a place for everyone and everyone in their place. Down this way are the Phases of Physics, the Caverns of Chemistry. There the Avenues of Agriculture, next to them the Meadows of Medicine, while just beyond is the Museum of Mankind.”
“Museum?” I inquired offhandedly. “I simply love museums.”
“Then you must see ours. It charts the difficulties through which we passed before coming here, a rite of passage and of cleansing, before we found safe haven on this world. Here we grew and prospered and the record is clear for all to see.”