Prentiss watched her uneasily for a moment. "Are you going to keep her here?"
"She"ll be easier to control. . . . Well, aren"t you going to offer me the eggnog?"
"Oh, sure. Here!"
He poured the thick white liquid into the c.o.c.ktail gla.s.s. He had prepared five milk bottles of it two nights before for the boys of the New York Fantasy a.s.sociation and it had been mixed with a lavish hand, since fantasy writers notoriously like it so.
The elf"s antennae trembled violently.
"A heavenly aroma," he muttered.
He wrapped the ends of his thin arms about the stem of the small gkss and lifted it to his mouth. The liquid"s level sank. When half was gone, he put it down and sighed, "Oh, the loss to my people. What a creation! What a thing to exist! Our histories tell us that in ancient days an occasional lucky sprite managed to take the place of a man-larva at birth so that he might draw off the liquid fresh-made. I wonder if even those ever experienced anything like this."
Prentiss said with a touch of professional interest, "That"s the idea behind this business of changelings, is it?"
"Of course. The female man-creature has a great gift. Why not take advantage of it?" The elf turned his eyes upon the rise and fall of Blanche"s bosom and sighed again.
Prentiss said (not too eager, now; don"t give it away), "Go ahead. Drink all you want."
He, too, watched Blanche, waiting for signs of restoring animation, waiting for the beginnings of breakdown in the elf"s control.
The elf said, "When is your larva returning from its place of instruction? I need him."
"Soon, soon," said Prentiss nervously. He looked at his wrist.w.a.tch. Actually, Jan, Junior, would be back, yelling for a slab of cake and milk, in something like fifteen minutes.
"Fill "er up," he said urgently. "Fill "er up."
The elf sipped gaily. He said, "Once the larva arrives, you can go."
"Go?"
"Only to the library. You"ll have to get volumes on electronics. I"ll need the details on how to build television, telephones, all that. I"ll need to have rules on wiring, instructions for constructing vacuum tubes. Details, Pren-tiss, details! We have tremendous tasks ahead of us. Oil drilling, gasoline refining, motors, scientific agriculture. We"ll build a new Avalon, you and I. A technical one. A scientific fairyland. We will create a new world."
"Great!" said Prentiss. "Here, don"t neglect your drink."
"You see. You are catching fire with the idea," said the elf. "And you will be rewarded. You will have a dozen female man-things to yourself."
Prentiss looked at Blanche automatically. No signs of hearing, but who could tell? He said, "I"d have no use for female man-th-for women, I mean."
"Come now," said the elf censoriously, "be truthful. You men-things are well known to our folk as lecherous, b.e.s.t.i.a.l creatures. Mothers frightened their young for generations by threatening them with men-things. . . . Young, ah!" He lifted the gla.s.s of eggnog in the air and said, "To my own young," and drained it.
"Fill "er up," said Prentiss at once. "Fill "er up."
The elf did so. He said, "I"ll have lots of children. I"ll pick out the best of the coleoptresses and breed my line. I"ll continue the mutation. Right now I"m the only one, but when we have a dozen or fifty, I"ll interbreed them and develop the race of the super-elf. A race of electro-ulp-electronic marvels and infinite future. ... If I could only drink more. Nectar! The original nectar!"
There was the sudden noise of a door being flung open and a young voice calling, "Mom! Hey, Mom!"
The elf, his glossy eyes a little dimmed, said, "Then we"ll begin to take over the men-things. A few believe already; the rest we will-urp-teach. It will be the old days, but better; a more efficient elfhood, a tighter union."
Jan, Junior"s, voice was closer and tinged with impatience. "Hey, Mom! Ain"t you home?"
Prentiss felt his eyes popping with tension. Blanche sat rigid. The elf"s speech was slightly thick, his balance a little unsteady. If Prentiss were going to risk it, now, now was the time.
"Sit back," said the elf peremptorily. "You"re being foolish. I knew there was alcohol in the eggnog from the moment you thought your ridiculous scheme. You men-things are very shifty. We elves have many proverbs about you. Fortunately, alcohol has little effect upon us. Now if you had tried catnip with just a touch of honey in it ... Ah, here is the larva. How are you, little man-thing?"
The elf sat there, the goblet of eggnog halfway to his mandibles, while Jan, Junior, stood in the doorway. Jan, Junior"s, ten-year-old face was moderately smeared with dirt, his hair was immoderately matted and there was a look of the utmost surprise in his gray eyes. His battered schoolbooks swayed from the end of the strap he held in his hand.
He said, "Pop! What"s the matter with Mom? And-and what"s that?"
The elf said to Prentiss, "Hurry to the library. No time must be lost. You know the books I need." All trace of incipient drunkenness had left the creature and Prentiss" morale broke. The creature had been playing with him.
Prentiss got up to go.
The elf said, "And nothing human; nothing sneaky; no tricks. Your wife is still a hostage. I can use the larva"s mind to kill her; it"s good enough for that. I wouldn"t want to do it. I"m a member of the Elfitarian Ethical Society and we advocate considerate treatment of mammals so you may rely on my n.o.ble principles // you do as I say."
Prentiss felt a strong compulsion to leave flooding him. He stumbled toward the door.
Jan, Junior, cried, "Pop, it can talk! He says he"ll kill Mom! Hey, don"t go away!"
Prentiss was already out of the room, when he heard the elf say, "Don"t stare at me, larva. I will not harm your mother if you do exactly as I say. I am an elf, a fairy. You know what a fairy is, of course."
And Prentiss was at the front door when he heard Jan, Junior"s, treble raised in wild shouting, followed by scream after scream in Blanche"s shuddering soprano.
i The strong, though invisible, elastic that was drawing Prentiss out the house snapped and vanished. He fell backward, righted himself and darted back up the stairs.
Blanche, fairly saturated with quivering life, was backed into a corner, her arms about a weeping Jan, Junior.
On the desk was a collapsed black carapace, covering a nasty smear of pulpiness from which colorless liquid dripped.
Jan, Junior, was sobbing hysterically, "I hit it. I hit it with my school-books. It was hurting Mom."
An hour pa.s.sed and Prentiss felt the world of normality pouring back into the interstices left behind by the creature from Avalon. The elf itself was already ash in the incinerator behind the house and the only remnant of its existence was the damp stain at the foot of his desk.
Blanche was still sickly pale. They talked in whispers.
Prentiss said, "How"s Jan, Junior?"
"He"s watching television."
"Is he all right?"
"Oh, he"s all right, but /"// be having nightmares for weeks."
"I know. So will I unless we can get it out of our minds. I don"t think there"ll ever be another of those-things here."
Blanche said, "I can"t explain how awful it was. I kept hearing every word he said, even when I was down in the living room."
"It was telepathy, you see."
"1 just couldn"t move. Then, after you left, I could begin to stir a bit. I tried to scream but all I could do was moan and whimper. Then Jan, Junior, smashed him and all at once I was free. I don"t understand how it happened."
Prentiss felt a certain gloomy satisfaction. "I think I know. I was under his control because I accepted the truth of his existence. He held you in check through me. When I left the room, increasing distance made it harder to use my mind as a psychic lens and you could begin moving. By the time I reached the front door, the elf thought it was time to switch from my mind to Jan, Junior"s. That was his mistake."
"In what way?" asked Blanche.
"He a.s.sumed that all children believe in fairies, but he was wrong. Here in America today children don"t believe in fairies. They never hear of them. They believe in Tom Corbett, in Hopalong Ca.s.sidy, in d.i.c.k Tracy, in Howdy Doody, in Superman and a dozen other things, but not in fairies.
"The elf just never realized the sudden cultural changes brought about by comic books and television, and when he tried to grab Jan, Junior"s mind, he couldn"t. Before he could recover his psychic balance, Jan, Junior, was on top of him in a swinging panic because he thought you were being hurt and it was all over.
"It"s like I"ve always said, Blanche. The ancient folk motifs of legend survive only in the modern fantasy magazine, and modem fantasy is purely adult fare. Do you finally see my point?"
Blanche said humbly, "Yes, dear."
Prentiss put his hands in his pockets and grinned slowly. "You know, Blanche, next time I see Walt Rae, I think I"ll just drop a hint that I write the stuff. Time the neighbors knew, I think."
Jan, Junior, holding an enormous slice of b.u.t.tered bread, wandered into his father"s study in search of the dimming memory. Pop kept slapping him on the back and Mom kept putting bread and cake in his hands and he was forgetting why. There had been this big old thing on the desk that could talk . . .
It had all happened so quickly that it got mixed up in his mind.
He shrugged his shoulders and, in the late afternoon sunlight, looked at the partly typewritten sheet in his father"s typewriter, then at the small pile of paper resting on the desk.
He read a while, curled his lip and muttered, "Gee whiz. Fairies again. Always kid stuff!" and wandered off.
The Watery Place
We"re never going to have s.p.a.ce travel. What"s more, no extraterrestrials will ever land on Earth-at least, any more.
I"m not just being a pessimist. As a matter of fact, s.p.a.ce travel is possible; extraterrestrials have landed. I know that. s.p.a.ce ships are crisscrossing s.p.a.ce among a million worlds, probably, but we"ll never join them. I know that, too. All on account of a ridiculous error.
I"ll explain.
It was actually Bart Cameron"s error and you"ll have to understand about Bart Cameron. He"s the sheriff at Twin Gulch, Idaho, and I"m his deputy. Bart Cameron is an impatient man and he gets most impatient when he has to work up his income tax. You see, besides being sheriff, he also owns and runs the general store, he"s got some shares in a sheep ranch, he does a bit of a.s.say work, he"s got a kind of pension for being a disabled veteran (bad knee) and a few other things like that. Naturally, it makes his tax figures complicated.
It wouldn"t be so bad if he"d let a tax man work on the forms with him, but he insists on doing it himself and it makes him a bitter man. By April 14, he isn"t approachable.
So it"s too bad the flying saucer landed on April 14, 1956.
I saw it land. My chair was backed up against the wall in the sheriff"s office, and I was looking at the stars through the windows and feeling too lazy to go back to my magazine and wondering if I ought to knock off and Copyright 1956 by Renown Publications, Inc.
hit the sack or keep on listening to Cameron curse real steady as he went over his columns of figures for the hundred twenty-seventh time.
It looked like a shooting star at first, but then the track of light broadened into two things that looked like rocket exhausts and the thing came down sweet, steady and without a sound. An old, dead leaf would have rustled more coming down and landed thumpier. Two men got out.
I couldn"t say anything or do anything. I couldn"t choke or point; I couldn"t even bug my eyes. I just sat there.
Cameron? He never looked up.
There was a knock on the door which wasn"t locked. It opened and the two men from the flying saucer stepped in. I would have thought they were city fellows if I hadn"t seen the flying saucer land in the scrub. They wore charcoal-gray suits, with white shirts and maroon four-in-hands. They had on black shoes and black homburgs. They had dark complexions, black wavy hair and brown eyes. They had very serious looks on their faces and were about five foot ten apiece. They looked very much alike.
G.o.d, I was scared.
But Cameron just looked up when the door opened and frowned. Ordinarily, I guess he"d have laughed the collar b.u.t.ton off his shirt at seeing clothes like that in Twin Gulch, but he was so taken up by his income tax that he never cracked a smile.
He said, "What can I do for you, folks?" and he tapped his hand on the forms so it was obvious he hadn"t much time.
One of the two stepped forward. He said, "We have had your people under observation a long time." He p.r.o.nounced each word carefully and all by itself.
Cameron said, "My people? All I got"s a wife. What"s she been doing?"
The fellow in the suit said, "We have chosen this locality for our first contact because it is isolated and peaceful. We know that you are the leader here."
"I"m the sheriff, if that"s what you mean, so spit it out. What"s you trouble?"
"We have been careful to adopt your mode of dress and even to a.s.sume your appearance."
"That"s my mode of dress?" He must have noticed it for the first time.
"The mode of dress of your dominant social cla.s.s, that is. We have also learned your language."
You could see the light break in on Cameron. He said, "You guys foreigners?" Cameron didn"t go much for foreigners, never having met many outside the army, but generally he tried to be fair.
The man from the saucer said, "Foreigners? Indeed we are. We come from the watery place your people call Venus."
(I was just collecting up strength to blink my eyes, but that sent me right back to nothing. I had seen the flying saucer. I had seen it land. I had to believe this! These men-or these somethings-came from Venus.) But Cameron never blinked an eye. He said, "All right. This is the U.S.A. We all got equal rights regardless of race, creed, color, or nationality. I"m at your service. What can I do for you?"
"We would like to have you make immediate arrangements for the important men of your U.S.A., as you call it, to be brought here for discussions leading to your people joining our great organization."
Slowly, Cameron got red. "Our people join your organization. We"re already part of the U.N. and G.o.d knows what else. And I suppose I"m to get the President here, eh? Right now? In Twin Gulch? Send a hurry-up message?" He looked at me, as though he wanted to see a smile on my face, but I couldn"t as much as fall down if someone had pushed the chair out from under me.
The saucer man said, "Speed is desirable."
"You want Congress, too? The Supreme Court?"
"If they will help, sheriff."
And Cameron really went to pieces. He banged his income tax form and yelled, "Well, you"re not helping me, and I have no time for wise-guy jerks who come around, especially foreigners. If you don"t get the h.e.l.l out of here p.r.o.nto, I"ll lock you up for disturbing the peace and I"ll never let you out."
"You wish us to leave?" said the man from Venus.
"Right now! Get the h.e.l.l out of here and back to wherever you"re from and don"t ever come back. I don"t want to see you and no one else around here does."
The two men looked at each other, making little twitches with their faces.
Then the one who had done all the talking said, "I can see in your mind that you really wish, with great intensity, to be left alone. It is not our way to force ourselves or our organization on people who do not wish us or it. We will respect your privacy and leave. We will not return. We will girdle your world in warning and none will enter and your people will never have to leave."