Omnilingual

Chapter 7

"Let"s take a break for a minute," Penrose suggested, getting out his cigarettes. "And then, let"s do this in comfort. Jeff, suppose you and Sid go across the hall and see what you find in the other room in the way of a desk or something like that, and a few chairs. There"ll be a lot of work to do on this."

Sid Chamberlain had been squirming as though he were afflicted with ants, trying to contain himself. Now he let go with an excited jabber.

"This is really it! _The_ it, not just it-of-the-week, like finding the reservoirs or those statues or this building, or even the animals and the dead Martians! Wait till Selim and Tony see this! Wait till Tony sees it; I want to see his face! And when I get this on telecast, all Terra"s going to go nuts about it!" He turned to Captain Miles. "Jeff, suppose you take a look at that other door, while I find somebody to send to tell Selim and Tony. And Gloria; wait till she sees this--"

"Take it easy, Sid," Martha cautioned. "You"d better let me have a look at your script, before you go too far overboard on the telecast. This is just a beginning; it"ll take years and years before we"re able to read any of those books downstairs."

"It"ll go faster than you think, Martha," Hubert Penrose told her.



"We"ll all work on it, and we"ll teleprint material to Terra, and people there will work on it. We"ll send them everything we can ... everything we work out, and copies of books, and copies of your word-lists--"

And there would be other tables--astronomical tables, tables in physics and mechanics, for instance--in which words and numbers were equivalent.

The library stacks, below, would be full of them. Transliterate them into Roman alphabet spellings and Arabic numerals, and somewhere, somebody would spot each numerical significance, as Hubert Penrose and Mort Tranter and she had done with the table of elements. And pick out all the chemistry textbooks in the Library; new words would take on meaning from contexts in which the names of elements appeared. She"d have to start studying chemistry and physics, herself--

Sachiko Koremitsu peeped in through the door, then stepped inside.

"Is there anything I can do--?" she began. "What"s happened? Something important?"

"Important?" Sid Chamberlain exploded. "Look at that, Sachi! We"re reading it! Martha"s found out how to read Martian!" He grabbed Captain Miles by the arm. "Come on, Jeff; let"s go. I want to call the others--"

He was still babbling as he hurried from the room.

Sachi looked at the inscription. "Is it true?" she asked, and then, before Martha could more than begin to explain, flung her arms around her. "Oh, it really is! You are reading it! I"m so happy!"

She had to start explaining again when Selim von Ohlmhorst entered. This time, she was able to finish.

"But, Martha, can you be really sure? You know, by now, that learning to read this language is as important to me as it is to you, but how can you be so sure that those words really mean things like hydrogen and helium and boron and oxygen? How do you know that their table of elements was anything like ours?"

Tranter and Penrose and Sachiko all looked at him in amazement.

"That isn"t just the Martian table of elements; that"s _the_ table of elements. It"s the only one there is." Mort Tranter almost exploded.

"Look, hydrogen has one proton and one electron. If it had more of either, it wouldn"t be hydrogen, it"d be something else. And the same with all the rest of the elements. And hydrogen on Mars is the same as hydrogen on Terra, or on Alpha Centauri, or in the next galaxy--"

"You just set up those numbers, in that order, and any first-year chemistry student could tell you what elements they represented."

Penrose said. "Could if he expected to make a pa.s.sing grade, that is."

The old man shook his head slowly, smiling. "I"m afraid I wouldn"t make a pa.s.sing grade. I didn"t know, or at least didn"t realize, that. One of the things I"m going to place an order for, to be brought on the _Schiaparelli_, will be a set of primers in chemistry and physics, of the sort intended for a bright child of ten or twelve. It seems that a Martiologist has to learn a lot of things the Hitt.i.tes and the a.s.syrians never heard about."

Tony Lattimer, coming in, caught the last part of the explanation. He looked quickly at the walls and, having found out just what had happened, advanced and caught Martha by the hand.

"You really did it, Martha! You found your bilingual! I never believed that it would be possible; let me congratulate you!"

He probably expected that to erase all the jibes and sneers of the past.

If he did, he could have it that way. His friendship would mean as little to her as his derision--except that his friends had to watch their backs and his knife. But he was going home on the _Cyrano_, to be a big shot. Or had this changed his mind for him again?

"This is something we can show the world, to justify any expenditure of time and money on Martian archaeological work. When I get back to Terra, I"ll see that you"re given full credit for this achievement--"

On Terra, her back and his knife would be out of her watchfulness.

"We won"t need to wait that long," Hubert Penrose told him dryly. "I"m sending off an official report, tomorrow; you can be sure Dr. Dane will be given full credit, not only for this but for her previous work, which made it possible to exploit this discovery."

"And you might add, work done in spite of the doubts and discouragements of her colleagues," Selim von Ohlmhorst said. "To which I am ashamed to have to confess my own share."

"You said we had to find a bilingual," she said. "You were right, too."

"This is better than a bilingual, Martha," Hubert Penrose said.

"Physical science expresses universal facts; necessarily it is a universal language. Heretofore archaeologists have dealt only with pre-scientific cultures."

THE END

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