"You"re quite wrong," said the elf. "This is neither a dream nor a hallucination." "Then why don"t you go away?" asked Prentiss.
"I intend to. This is scarcely my idea of a place to live. And you"re coming with me."
"I am not. What the h.e.l.l do you think you are, telling me what I"m going to do?"
"If you think that"s a respectful way to speak to a representative of an older culture, I can"t say much for your upbringing."
"You"re not an older culture-" He wanted to add: You"re just a figment of my imagination; but he had been a writer too long to be able to bring himself to commit the cliche.
"We insects," said the elf freezingry, "existed half a billion years before the first mammal was invented. We watched the dinosaurs come in and we watched them go out. As for you man-things-strictly newcomers."
For the first time, Prentiss noted that, from the spot on the elf"s body where its limbs sprouted, a third vestigial pair existed as well. It increased the insecticity of the object and Prentiss" sense of indignation grew.
He said, "You needn"t waste your company on social inferiors."
"I wouldn"t," said the elf, "believe me. But necessity drives, you know. It"s a rather complicated story but when you hear it, you"ll want to help."
Prentiss said uneasily, "Look, I don"t have much time. Blanche-my wife will be in here any time. She"ll be upset."
"She won"t be here," said the elf. "I"ve set up a block in her mind."
"What!"
"Quite harmless, I a.s.sure you. But, after all, we can"t afford to be disturbed, can we?"
Prentiss sat back in his chair, dazed and unhappy.
The elf said, "We elves began our a.s.sociation with you man-things immediately after the last ice age began. It had been a miserable time for us, as you can imagine. We couldn"t wear animal carca.s.ses or live in holes as your uncouth ancestors did. It took incredible stores of psychic energy to keep warm."
"Incredible stores of what?"
"Psychic energy. You know nothing at all about it. Your mind is too coa.r.s.e to grasp the concept. Please don"t interrupt."
The elf continued, "Necessity drove us to experiment with your people"s brains. They were crude, but large. The cells were inefficient, almost worthless, but there were a vast number of them. We could use those brains as a concentrating device, a type of psychic lens, and increase the available energy which our own minds could tap. We survived the ice age handily and without having to retreat to the tropics as in previous such eras.
"Of course, we were spoiled. When warmth returned, we didn"t abandon the man-things. We used them to increase our standard of living generally. We could travel faster, eat better, do more, and we lost our old, simple, virtuous way of life forever. Then, too, there was milk."
"Milk?" said Prentiss. "I don"t see the connection."
"A divine liquid. I only tasted it once in my life. But elfin cla.s.sic poetry speaks of it in superlatives. In the old days, men always supplied us plentifully. Why mammals of all things should be blessed with it and insects not is a complete mystery. . . . How unfortunate it is that the men-things got out of hand."
"They did?"
"Two hundred years ago."
"Good for us."
"Don"t be narrow-minded," said the elf stiffly. "It was a useful a.s.sociation for all parties until you man-things learned to handle physical energies in quant.i.ty. It was just the sort of gross thing your minds are capable of."
"What was wrong with it?"
"It"s hard to explain. It was all very well for us to light up our nightly revels with fireflies brightened by use of two manpower of psychic energy. But then you men-creatures installed electric lights. Our antennal reception is good for miles, but then you invented telegraphs, telephones and radios. Our kobolds mined ore with much greater efficiency than man-things do, until man-things invented dynamite. Do you see?"
"No."
"Surely you don"t expect sensitive and superior creatures such as the elves to watch a group of hairy mammals outdo them. It wouldn"t be so bad if we could imitate the electronic development ourselves, but our psychic energies were insufficient for the purpose. Well, we retreated from reality. We sulked, pined and drooped. Call it an inferiority complex, if you will, but from two centuries ago onward, we slowly abandoned mankind and retreated to such centers as Avalon."
Prentiss thought furiously. "Let"s get this straight. You can handle minds?"
"Certainly."
"You can make me think you"re invisible? Hypnotically, I mean?"
"A crude term, but yes."
"And when you appeared just now, you did it by lifting a kind of mental block. Is that it?"
"To answer your thoughts, rather than your words: You are not sleeping; you are not mad; and I am not supernatural."
"I was just making sure. I take it, then, you can read my mind."
"Of course. It is a rather dirty and unrewarding sort of labor, but I can do it when I must. Your name is Prentiss and you write imaginative fiction. You have one larva who is at a place of instruction. I know a great deal about you."
Prentiss winced. "And just where is Avalon?"
"You won"t find it." The elf clacked his mandibles together two or three times. "Don"t speculate on the possibility of warning the authorities. You"ll find yourself in a madhouse. Avalon, in case you think the knowledge will help you, is in the middle of the Atlantic and quite invisible, you know. After the steamboat was invented, you man-things got to moving about so unreasonably that we had to cloak the whole island with a psychic shield.
"Of course, incidents will take place. Once a huge, barbaric vessel hit us dead center and it took all the psychic energy of the entire population to give the island the appearance of an iceberg. The t.i.tanic, I believe, was the name printed on the vessel. And nowadays there are planes flying overhead all the time and sometimes there are crashes. We picked up cases of canned milk once. That"s when I tasted it."
Prentiss said, "Well, then, d.a.m.n it, why aren"t you still on Avalon? Why did you leave?"
"I was ordered to leave," said the elf angrily. "The fools."
"Oh?"
"You know how it is when you"re a little different. I"m not like the rest of them and the poor tradition-ridden fools resented it. They were jealous. That"s the best explanation. Jealous!"
"How are you different?"
"Hand me that light bulb," said the elf. "Oh, just unscrew it. You don"t need a reading lamp in the daytime."
With a quiver of repulsion, Prentiss did as he was told and pa.s.sed the object into the little hands of the elf. Carefully, the elf, with fingers so thin and wiry that they looked like tendrils, touched the bottom and side of the bra.s.s base.
Feebly the filament in the bulb reddened.
"Good G.o.d," said Prentiss.
"That," said the elf proudly, "is my great talent. I told you that we elves couldn"t adapt psychic energy to electronics. Well, I can! I"m not just an ordinary elf. I"m a mutant! A super-elf! I"m the next stage in elfin evolution. This light is due just to the activity of my own mind, you know. Now watch when I use yours as a focus."
As he said that, the bulb"s filament grew white hot and painful to look at, while a vague and not unpleasant tickling sensation entered Prentiss" skull.
The lamp went out and the elf put the bulb on the desk behind the typewriter.
"I haven"t tried," said the elf proudly, "but I suspect I can fission uranium too."
"But look here, lighting a bulb takes energy. You can"t just hold it-"
"I"ve told you about psychic energy. Great Oberon, man-thing, try to understand."
Prentiss felt increasingly uneasy; he said cautiously, "What do you intend doing with this gift of yours?"
"Go back to Avalon, of course. I should let those fools go to their doom, but an elf does have a certain patriotism, even if he is a coleopteron."
"A what?"
"We elves are not all of a species, you know. I"m of beetle descent. See?"
He rose to his feet and, standing on the desk, turned his back to Prentiss. What had seemed merely a shining black cuticle suddenly split and lifted. From underneath, two filmy, veined wings fluttered out.
"Oh, you can fly," said Prentiss.
"You"re very foolish," said the elf contemptuously, "not to realize I"m too large for flight. But they are attractive, aren"t they? How do you like the iridescence? The lepidoptera have disgusting wings in comparison. They"re gaudy and indelicate. What"s more they"re always sticking out."
"The lepidoptera?" Prentiss felt hopelessly confused.
"The b.u.t.terfly clans. They"re the proud ones. They were always letting humans see them so they could be admired. Very petty minds in a way. And that"s why your legends always give fairies b.u.t.terfly wings instead of beetle wings which are much more diaphanously beautiful. We"ll give the lepidoptera what for when we get back, you and I."
"Now hold on-"
"fust think," said the elf, swaying back and forth in what looked like elfin ecstasy, "our nightly revels on the fairy green will be a blaze of sparkling light from curlicues of neon tubing. We can cut loose the swarms of wasps we"ve got hitched to our flying wagons and install internal-combustion motors instead. We can stop this business of curling up on leaves when it"s time to sleep and build factories to manufacture decent mattresses. I tell you, we"ll live. . . . And the rest of them will eat dirt for having ordered me out."
"But I can"t go with you," bleated Prentiss. "I have responsibilities. I have a wife and kid. You wouldn"t take a man away from his-his larva, would you?"
"I"m not cruel," said the elf. He turned his eyes full on Prentiss. "I have an elfin soul. Still, what choice have I? I must have a man-brain for focusing purposes or I will accomplish nothing; and not all man-brains are suitable."
"Why not?"
"Great Oberon, creature. A man-brain isn"t a pa.s.sive thing of wood and stone. It must co-operate in order to be useful. And it can only co-operate by being fully aware of our own elfin ability to manipulate it. I can use your brain, for instance, but your wife"s would be useless to me. It would take her years to understand who and what I am."
Prentiss said, "This is a d.a.m.ned insult. Are you telling me I believe in fairies? I"ll have you know I"m a complete rationalist."
"Are you? When I first revealed myself to you, you had a few feeble thoughts about dreams and hallucinations but you talked to me, you accepted me. Your wife would have screamed and gone into hysterics."
Prentiss was silent. He could think of no answer.
"That"s the trouble," said the elf despondently. "Practically all you humans have forgotten about us since we left you. Your minds have closed; grown useless. To be sure, your larvae believe in your legends about the "little folk," but their brains are undeveloped and useful only for simple processes. When they mature, they lose belief. Frankly, I don"t know what I would do if it weren"t for you fantasy writers."
"What do you mean we fantasy writers?"
"You are the few remaining adults who believe in the insect folk. You, Prentiss, most of all. You"ve been a fantasy writer for twenty years."
"You"re mad. I don"t believe the things I write."
"You have to. You can"t help it. I mean, while you"re actually writing, you take the subject matter seriously. After a while your mind is just naturally cultivated into usefulness. . . . But why argue. I have used you. You saw the light bulb brighten. So you see you must come with me."
"But I won"t." Prentiss set his limbs stubbornly. "Can you make me against my will?"
"I could, but I might damage you, and I wouldn"t want that. Suppose we say this. If you don"t agree to come, I could focus a current of high-voltage electricity through your wife. It would be a revolting thing to have to do, but I understand your own people execute enemies of the state in that fashion, so that you would probably find the punishment less horrible than I do. I wouldn"t want to seem brutal even to a man-thing."
Prentiss grew conscious of the perspiration matting the short hairs on his temple.
"Wait," he said, "don"t do anything like that. Let"s talk it over."
The elf shot out his filmy wings, fluttered them and returned them to their case. "Talk, talk, talk. It"s tiring. Surely you have milk in the house. You"re not a very thoughtful host or you would have offered me refreshment before this."
Prentiss tried to bury the thought that came to him, to push it as far below the outer skin of his mind as he could. He said casually, "I have something better than milk. Here, I"ll get it for you."
"Stay where you are. Call to your wife. She"ll bring it."
"But I don"t want her to see you. It would frighten her."
The elf said, "You need feel no concern. I"ll handle her so that she won"t be the least disturbed."
Prentiss lifted an arm.
The elf said, "Any attack you make on me will be far slower than the bolt of electricity that will strike your wife."
Prentiss" arm dropped. He stepped to the door of his study.
"Blanche!" he called down the stairs.
Blanche was just visible in the living room, sitting woodenly in the armchair near the bookcase. She seemed to be asleep, open-eyed.
Prentiss turned to the elf. "Something"s wrong with her."
"She"s just in a state of sedation. She"ll hear you. Tell her what to do."
"Blanche!" he called again. "Bring the container of eggnog and a small gla.s.s, will you?"
With no sign of animation other than that of bare movement, Blanche rose and disappeared from view.
"What is eggnog?" asked the elf.
Prentiss attempted enthusiasm. "It is a compound of milk, sugar and eggs beaten to a delightful consistency. Milk alone is poor staff compared to it."
Blanche entered with the eggnog. Her pretty face was expressionless. Her eyes turned toward the elf but lightened with no realization of the significance of the sight.
"Here, Jan," she said, and sat down in the old, leather-covered chair by the window, hands falling loosely to her lap.