Charlie ran his fingers over the old man"s side with the sure, delicate touch of a mechanic. "You ain"t foolin" me none, Pop. But there isn"t much I can do until we ground."
"Charlie--"
"Yes, Pop?"
"Can"t I move to a port? I want to watch the Earth."
"Ain"t nothin" to see yet; the ship hides it. As soon as we turn ship, I"ll move you. Tell you what; I"ll give you a sleepy pill, and then wake you when we do."
"No!"
"Huh?"
"I"ll stay awake."
"Just as you say, Pop."
Charlie clambered monkey fashion to the nose of the ship, and anch.o.r.ed to the gymbals of the pilot"s chair. McIntyre questioned him with his eyes.
"Yeah, he"s alive all right," Charlie told him, "but he"s in bad shape."
"How bad?"
"Couple of cracked ribs anyhow. I don"t know what else. I don"t know whether he"ll last out the trip, Mac. His heart was pounding something awful."
"He"ll last, Charlie. He"s tough."
"Tough? He"s delicate as a canary."
"I don"t mean that. He"s tough way down inside where it counts."
"Just the same you"d better set her down awful easy if you want to ground with a full complement aboard."
"I will. I"ll make one full swing around the Moon and ease her in on an involute approach curve. We"ve got enough fuel, I think."
They were now in a free orbit; after McIntyre turned ship, Charlie went back, unslung the hammock, and moved Harriman, hammock and all, to a side port. Mcliityre steadied the ship about a transverse axis so that the tail pointed toward the sun, then gave a short blast on two tangential jets opposed in couple to cause the ship to spin slowly about her longitudinal axis, and thereby create a slight artificial gravity. The initial weightlessness when coasting commenced had knotted the old man with the characteristic nausea of free flight, and the pilot wished to save his pa.s.senger as much discomfort as possible.
But Harriman was not concerned with the condition of his stomach. There it was, all as he had imagined it so many times.
The Moon swung majestically past the view port, wider than he had ever seen it before, all of her familiar features cameo clear. She gave way to the Earth as the ship continued its slow swing, the Earth itself as he had envisioned her, appearing like a n.o.ble moon, many times as wide as the Moon appears to the Earthbound, and more luscious, more sensuously beautiful than the silver Moon could be. It was sunset near the Atlantic seaboard -- the line of shadow cut down the coast line of North America, slashed through Cuba, and obscured all but the west coast of South America. He savored the mellow blue of the Pacific Ocean, felt the texture of the soft green and brown of the continents, admired the blue-white cold of the polar caps. Canada and the northern states were obscured by cloud, a vast low pressure area that spread across the continent. It shone with an even more satisfactory dazzling white than the polar caps.
As the ship swung slowly, around, Earth would pa.s.s from view, and the stars would march across the port the same stars he had always known, but steady, brighter, and unwinking against a screen of perfect, live black. Then the Moon would swim into view again to claim his thoughts.
He was serenely happy in a fashion not given to most men, even in a long lifetime. He felt as if he were every man who has ever lived, looked up at the stars, and longed.
As the long hours came and went he watched and dozed and dreamed. At least once he must have fallen into deep sleep, or possibly delirium, for he came to with a start, thinking that his wife, Charlotte, was calling to him. "Delos!" the voice had said. "Delos! Come in from there! You"ll catch your death of cold in that night air."
Poor Charlotte! She had been a good wife to him, a good wife. He was quite sure that her only regret in dying had been her fear that he could not take proper care of himself. It had not been her fault that she had not shared his dream, and his need.
Charlie rigged the hammock in such a fashion that Harriman could watch from the starboard port when they swung around the far face of the Moon. He picked out the landmarks made familiar to him by a thousand photographs with nostalgic pleasure, as if he were returning to his own country. Mcintyre brought her slowly down as they came back around to the Earthward face, and prepared to land east of Mare Fecunditatis, about ten miles from Luna City.
It was not a bad landing, all things considered. He had to land without coaching from the ground, and he had no second pilot to watch the radar for him. In his anxiety to make it gentle he missed his destination by some thirty miles, but he did his cold-sober best. But at that it was b.u.mpy. As they grounded and the pumice dust settled around them, Charlie came up to the control station.
"How"s our pa.s.senger?" Mac demanded.
"I"ll see, but I wouldn"t make any bets. That landing stunk, Mac."
"d.a.m.n it, I did my best."
"I know you did, Skipper. Forget it."
But the pa.s.senger was alive and conscious although bleeding from the nose and with a pink foam on his lips. He was feebly trying to get himself out of his coc.o.o.n. They helped him, working together.
"Where are the vacuum suits?" was his first remark.
"Steady, Mr. Harriman. You can"t go out there yet. We"ve got to give you some first aid."
"_Get me that suit!_ First aid can wait."
Silently they did as he ordered. His left leg was practically useless, and they had to help him through the lock, one on each side. But with his inconsiderable ma.s.s having a lunar weight of only twenty pounds, he was no burden.. They found a place some fifty yards from the ship where they could prop him up and let him look, a chunk of scoria supporting his head.
Mcintyre put his helmet against the old man"s and spoke. "We"ll leave you here to enjoy the view while we get ready for the trek into town. It"s a forty-miler, pretty near, and we"ll have to break out spare air bottles and rations and stuff. We"ll be back soon."
Harriman nodded without answering, and squeezed their gauntlets with a grip that was surprisingly strong.
He sat very quietly, rubbing his hands against the soil of the Moon and sensing the curiously light pressure of his body against the ground. At long last there was peace in his heart. His hurts had ceased to pain him. He was where he had longed to be -- he had followed his need.
Over the western horizon hung the Earth at last quarter, a green-blue giant moon. Overhead the Sun shone down from a black and starry sky. And underneath the Moon, the soil of the Moon itself. He was on the Moon!
He lay back still while a bath of content flowed over him like a tide at flood, and soaked to his very marrow.
His attention strayed momentarily, and he thought once again that his name was called. Silly, he thought, I"m getting old -- my mind wanders.
Back in the cabin Charlie and Mac were rigging shoulder yokes on a stretcher. "There. That will do," Mac commented. "We"d better stir Pop out; we ought to be going."
"I"ll get him," Charlie replied. "I"ll just pick him up and carry him. He don"t weigh nothing."
Charlie was gone longer than Mcintyre had expected him to be. He returned alone. Mac waited for him to close the lock, and swing back his helmet. "Trouble?"
"Never mind the stretcher, Skipper. We won"t be needin" it.
"Yeah, I mean it," he continued. "Pop"s done for. I did what was necessary."
Mcintyre bent down without a word and picked up the wide skis necessary to negotiate the powdery ash. Charlie followed his example. Then they swung the spare air bottles over their shoulders, and pa.s.sed out through the lock.
They didn"t bother to close the outer door of the lock behind them.