Martin said, "What? Oh. The rocket?" He inspected his cigarette. "No, they"re not interested. Seems we came at an inopportune time."
"Inopportune time!"
Martin was patient. "Captain, listen. Something big happened yesterday in that city. It"s so big, so important that we"re second-rate-second fiddle. I"ve got to sit down." He lost his balance and sat heavily, gasping for air.
The captain chewed his cigar angrily. "What happened?"
Martin lifted his head, smoke from the burning cigarette in his fingers, blowing in the wind. "Sir, yesterday, in that city, a remarkable man appeared-good, intelligent, compa.s.sionate, and infinitely wise!"
The captain glared at his lieutenant. "What"s that to do with us?"
"It"s hard to explain. But he was a man for whom they"d waited a long time-a million years maybe. And yesterday he walked into their city. That"s why today, sir, our rocket landing means nothing."
The captain sat down violently. "Who was it? Not Ashley? He didn"t arrive in his rocket before us and steal my glory, did he?" He seized Martin"s arm. His face was pale and dismayed.
"Not Ashley, sir."
"Then it was Burton! I knew it. Burton stole in ahead of us and ruined my landing! You can"t trust anyone anymore."
"Not Burton, either, sir," said Martin quietly.
The captain was incredulous. "There were only three rockets. We were in the lead. This man who got here ahead of us? What was his name!"
"He didn"t have a name. He doesn"t need one. It would be different on every planet, sir."
The captain stared at his lieutenant with hard, cynical eyes.
"Well, what did he do that was so wonderful that n.o.body even looks at our ship?"
"For one thing," said Martin steadily, "he healed the sick and comforted the poor. He fought hypocrisy and dirty politics and sat among the people, talking, through the day."
"Is that so wonderful?"
"Yes, Captain."
"I don"t get this." The captain confronted Martin, peered into his face and eyes. "You been drinking, eh?" He was suspicious. He backed away. "I don"t understand."
Martin looked at the city. "Captain, if you don"t understand, there"s no way of telling you."
The captain followed his gaze. The city was quiet and beautiful and a great peace lay over it. The captain stepped forward, taking his cigar from his lips. He squinted first at Martin, then at the golden spires of the buildings.
"You don"t mean-you can"t mean-That man you"re talking about couldn"t be-"
Martin nodded. "That"s what I mean, sir."
The captain stood silently, not moving. He drew himself up.
"I don"t believe it," he said at last.
At high noon Captain Hart walked briskly into the city, accompanied by Lieutenant Martin and an a.s.sistant who was carrying some electrical equipment. Every once in a while the captain laughed loudly, put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
The mayor of the town confronted him. Martin set up a tripod, screwed a box onto it, and switched on the batteries.
"Are you the mayor?" The captain jabbed a finger out.
"I am," said the mayor.
The delicate apparatus stood between them, controlled and adjusted by Martin and the a.s.sistant. Instantaneous translations from any language were made by the box. The words sounded crisply on the mild air of the city.
"About this occurrence yesterday," said the captain. "It occurred?"
"It did."
"You have witnesses?"
"We have."
"May we talk to them?"
"Talk to any of us," said the mayor. "We are all witnesses."
In an aside to Martin the captain said, "Ma.s.s hallucination." To the mayor, "What did this man-this stranger-look like?"
"That would be hard to say," said the mayor, smiling a little.
"Why would it?"
"Opinions might differ slightly."
"I"d like your opinion, sir, anyway," said the captain. "Record this," he snapped to Martin over his shoulder. The lieutenant pressed the b.u.t.ton of a hand recorder.
"Well," said the mayor of the city, "he was a very gentle and kind man. He was of a great and knowing intelligence."
"Yes-yes, I know, I know." The captain waved his fingers. "Generalizations. I want something specific. What did he look like?"
"I don"t believe that is important," replied the mayor.
"It"s very important," said the captain sternly. "I want a description of this fellow. If I can"t get it from you, I"ll get it from others." To Martin, "I"m sure it must have been Burton, pulling one of his practical jokes."
Martin would not look him in the face. Martin was coldly silent.
The captain snapped his fingers. "There was something or other-a healing?"
"Many healings," said the mayor.
"May I see one?"
"You may," said the mayor. "My son." He nodded at a small boy who stepped forward. "He was afflicted with a withered arm. Now, look upon it."
At this the captain laughed tolerantly. "Yes, yes. This isn"t even circ.u.mstantial evidence, you know. I didn"t see the boy"s withered arm. I see only his arm whole and well. That"s no proof. What proof have you that the boy"s arm was withered yesterday and today is well?"
"My word is my proof," said the mayor simply.
"My dear man!" cried the captain. "You don"t expect me to go on hearsay, do you? Oh, no!"
"I"m sorry," said the mayor, looking upon the captain with what appeared to be curiosity and pity.
"Do you have any pictures of the boy before today?" asked the captain.
After a moment a large oil portrait was carried forth, showing the son with a withered arm.
"My dear fellow!" The captain waved it away. "Anybody can paint a picture. Paintings lie. I want a photograph of the boy."
There was no photograph. Photography was not a known art in their society.
"Well," sighed the captain, face twitching, "let me talk to a few other citizens. We"re getting nowhere." He pointed at a woman. "You." She hesitated. "Yes, you; come here," ordered the captain. "Tell me about this wonderful man you saw yesterday."
The woman looked steadily at the captain. "He walked among us and was very fine and good."
"What color were his eyes?"
"The color of the sun, the color of the sea, the color of a flower, the color of the mountains, the color of the night."
"That"ll do." The captain threw up his hands. "See, Martin? Absolutely nothing. Some charlatan wanders through whispering sweet nothings in their ears and-"
"Please, stop it," said Martin.
The captain stepped back. "What?"
"You heard what I said," said Martin. "I like these people. I believe what they say. You"re ent.i.tled to your opinion, but keep it to yourself, sir."
"You can"t talk to me this way," shouted the captain.
"I"ve had enough of your high-handedness," replied Martin. "Leave these people alone. They"ve got something good and decent, and you come and foul up the nest and sneer at it. Well, I"ve talked to them too. I"ve gone through the city and seen their faces, and they"ve got something you"ll never have-a little simple faith, and they"ll move mountains with it. You, you"re boiled because someone stole your act, got here ahead and made you unimportant."
"I"ll give you five seconds to finish," remarked the captain. "I understand. You"ve been under a strain, Martin. Months of traveling in s.p.a.ce, nostalgia, loneliness. And now, with this thing happening, I sympathize, Martin. I overlook your petty insubordination."
"I don"t overlook your petty tyranny," replied Martin. "I"m stepping out. I"m staying here."
"You can"t do that!"
"Can"t I? Try and stop me. This is what I came looking for. I didn"t know it, but this is it. This is for me. Take your filth somewhere else and foul up other nests with your doubt and your-scientific method!" He looked swiftly about. "These people have had an experience, and you can"t seem to get it through your head that it"s really happened and we were lucky enough to almost arrive in time to be in on it.
"People on Earth have talked about this man for twenty centuries after he walked through the old world. We"ve all wanted to see him and hear him, and never had the chance. And now, today, we just missed seeing him by a few hours."
Captain Hart looked at Martin"s cheeks. "You"re crying like a baby. Stop it."
"I don"t care."
"Well, I do. In front of these natives we"re to keep up a front. You"re overwrought. As I said, I forgive you."
"I don"t want your forgiveness."
"You idiot. Can"t you see this is one of Burton"s tricks, to fool these people, to bilk them, to establish his oil and mineral concerns under a religious guise! You fool, Martin. You absolute fool! You should know Earthmen by now. They"ll do anything-blaspheme, lie, cheat, steal, kill, to get their ends. Anything is fine if it works; the true pragmatist, that"s Burton. You know him!"
The captain scoffed heavily. "Come off it, Martin, admit it, this is the sort of scaly thing Burton might carry off, polish up these citizens and pluck them when they"re ripe."
"No," said Martin, thinking of it.
The captain put his hands up. "That"s Burton. That"s him. That"s his dirt, that"s his criminal way. I have to admire the old dragon. Flaming in here in a blaze and a halo and a soft word and a loving touch, with a medicated salve here and a healing ray there. That"s Burton all right!"
"No." Martin"s voice was dazed. He covered his eyes. "No, I won"t believe it."
"You don"t want to believe." Captain Hart kept at it. "Admit it now. Admit it. It"s just the thing Burton would do. Stop daydreaming, Martin. Wake up! It"s morning. This is a real world and we"re real, dirty people-Burton the dirtiest of us all!"
Martin turned away.
"There, there, Martin," said Hart, mechanically patting the man"s back. "I understand. Quite a shock for you. I know. A rotten shame, and all that. That Burton is a rascal. You go take it easy. Let me handle this."
Martin walked off slowly toward the rocket.
Captain Hart watched him go. Then, taking a deep breath, he turned to the woman he had been questioning. "Well. Tell me some more about this man. As you were saying, madam?"
Later the officers of the rocket ship ate supper on card tables outside. The captain correlated his data to a silent Martin who sat red-eyed and brooding over his meal.
"Interviewed three dozen people, all of them full of the same milk and hogwash," said the captain. "It"s Burton"s work all right, I"m positive. He"ll be spilling back in here tomorrow or next week to consolidate his miracles and beat us out in our contracts. I think I"ll stick on and spoil it for him."
Martin glanced up sullenly. "I"ll kill him," he said.
"Now, now, Martin! There, there, boy."
"I"ll kill him-so help me, I will."
"We"ll put an anchor on his wagon. You have to admit he"s clever. Unethical but clever."
"He"s dirty."
"You must promise not to do anything violent." Captain Hart checked his figures. "According to this, there were thirty miracles of healing performed, a blind man restored to vision, a leper cured. Oh, Burton"s efficient, give him that."
A gong sounded. A moment later a man ran up. "Captain, sir. A report! Burton"s ship is coming down. Also the Ashley ship, sir!"
"See!" Captain Hart beat the table. "Here come the jackals to the harvest! They can"t wait to feed. Wait till I confront them. I"ll make them cut me in on this feast-I will!"
Martin looked sick. He stared at the captain.
"Business, my dear boy, business," said the captain.
Everybody looked up. Two rockets swung down out of the sky.