"In 1923? I was two years old, then," von Ohlmhorst chuckled. "I really don"t know how much that publicity ever did for Egyptology. Oh, the museums did devote more s.p.a.ce to Egyptian exhibits, and after a museum department head gets a few extra showcases, you know how hard it is to make him give them up. And, for a while, it was easier to get financial support for new excavations. But I don"t know how much good all this public excitement really does, in the long run."
"Well, I think one of us should go back on theCyrano , when theSchiaparelli orbits in," Lattimer said.
"I"d hoped it would be you; your voice would carry the most weight. But I think it"s important that one of us go back, to present the story of our work, and what we have accomplished and what we hope to accomplish, to the public and to the universities and the learned societies, and to the Federation Government. There will be a great deal of work that will have to be done. We must not allow the other scientific fields and the so-called practical interests to monopolize public and academic support. So, I believe I shall go back at least for a while, and see what I can do-"
Lectures. The organization of a Society of Martian Archaeology, with Anthony Lattimer, Ph.D., the logical candidate for the chair. Degrees, honors; the deference of the learned, and the adulation of the lay public. Positions, with impressive t.i.tles and salaries. Sweet are the uses of publicity.
She crushed out her cigarette and got to her feet. "Well, I still have the final lists of what we found in Halvhulva -Biology-department to check over. I"m starting onSornhulva tomorrow, and I want that stuff in shape for expert evaluation."
That was the sort of thing Tony Lattimer wanted to get away from, the detail-work and the drudgery.
Let the infantry do the slogging through the mud; the bra.s.s-hats got the medals.
She was halfway through the fifth floor, a week later, and was having midday lunch in the reading room on the first floor when Hubert Penrose came over and sat down beside her, asking her what she was doing. She told him.
"I wonder if you could find me a couple of men, for an hour or so," she added. "I"m stopped by a couple of jammed doors at the central hall. Lecture room and library, if the layout of that floor"s anything like the ones below it."
"Yes. I"m a pretty fair door-buster, myself." He looked around the room. "There"s Jeff Miles; he isn"t doing much of anything. And we"ll put Sid Chamberlain to work, for a change, too. The four of us ought to get your doors open." He called to Chamberlain, who was carrying his tray over to the dish washer.
"Oh, Sid; you doing anything for the next hour or so?"
"I was going up to the fourth floor, to see what Tony"s doing."
"Forget it. Tony"s bagged his season limit of Martians. I"m going to help Martha bust in a couple of doors; we"ll probably find a whole cemetery full of Martians." Chamberlain shrugged. "Why not. A jammed door can have anything back of it, and I know what Tony"s doing-just routine stuff."
Jeff Miles, the s.p.a.ce Force captain, came over, accompanied by one of the lab-crew from the ship who had come down on the rocket the day before.
"This ought to be up your alley, Mort," he was saying to his companion. "Chemistry and physics department. Want to come along?"
The lab man, Mort Tranter, was willing. Seeing the sights was what he"d come down from the ship for.
She finished her coffee and cigarette, and they went out into the hall together, gathered equipment and rode the elevator to the fifth floor.
The lecture hall door was the nearest; they attacked it first. With proper equipment and help, it was no problem and in ten minutes they had it open wide enough to squeeze through with the floodlights. The room inside was quite empty, and, like most of the rooms behind closed doors, comparatively free from dust. The students, it appeared, had sat with their backs to the door, facing a low platform, but their seats and the lecturer"s table and equipment had been removed. The two side walls bore inscriptions: on the right, a pattern of concentric circles which she recognized as a diagram of atomic structure, and on the left a complicated table of numbers and words, in two columns. Tranter was pointing at the diagram on the right.
"They got as far as the Bohr atom, anyhow," he said. "Well, not quite. They knew about electron sh.e.l.ls, but they have the nucleus pictured as a solid ma.s.s. No indication of proton-and-neutron structure. I"ll bet, when you come to translate their scientific books, you"ll find that they taught that the atom was the ultimate and indivisible particle. That explains why you people never found any evidence that the Martians used nuclear energy."
"That"s a uranium atom," Captain Miles mentioned.
"It is?" Sid Chamberlain asked, excitedly. "Then they did know about atomic energy. Just because we haven"t found any pictures of A-bomb mushrooms doesn"t mean-"
She turned to look at the other wall. Sid"s signal reactions were getting away from him again; uranium meant nuclear power to him, and the two words were interchangeable. As she studied the arrangement of the numbers and words, she could hear Tranter saying: "Nuts, Sid. We knew about uranium a long time before anybody found out what could be done with it.
Uranium was discovered on Terra in 1789, by Klaproth."
There was something familiar about the table on the left wall. She tried to remember what she had been taught in school about physics, and what she had picked up by accident afterward. The second column was a continuation of the first: there were forty-six items in each, each item numbered consecutively- "Probably used uranium because it"s the largest of the natural atoms," Penrose was saying. "The fact that there"s nothing beyond it there shows that they hadn"t created any of the transuranics. A student could go to that thing and point out the outer electron of any of the ninety-two elements."
Ninety-two! That was it; there were ninety-two items in the table on the left wall! Hydrogen wasNumber One, she knew; One,Sarfaldsorn . Helium was Two; that wasTirfaldsorn . She couldn"t remember which element came next, but in Martian it wa.s.sarfalddavas .Sorn must mean matter, or substance, then. Anddavas ; she was trying to think of what it could be. She turned quickly to the others, catching hold of Hubert Penrose"s arm with one hand and waving her clipboard with the other.
"Look at this thing, over here," she was clamoring excitedly. "Tell me what you think it is. Could it be a table of the elements?"
They all turned to look. Mort Tranter stared at it for a moment.
"Could be. If I only knew what those squiggles meant-"
That was right; he"d spent his time aboard the ship.
"If you could read the numbers, would that help?" she asked, beginning to set down the Arabic digits and their Martian equivalents. "It"s decimal system, the same as we use."
"Sure. If that"s a table of elements, all I"d need would be the numbers. Thanks," he added as she tore off the sheet and gave it to him.
Penrose knew the numbers, and was ahead of him. "Ninety-two items, numbered consecutively. The first number would be the atomic number. Then a single word, the name of the element. Then the atomic weight-"
She began reading off the names of the elements. "I know hydrogen and helium; what"stirfalddavas , the third one?"
"Lithium," Tranter said. "The atomic weights aren"t run out past the decimal point. Hydrogen"s one plus, if that double-hook dingus is a plus sign; Helium"s four-plus, that"s right. And lithium"s given as seven, that isn"t right. It"s six-point-nine-four-oh. Or is that thing a Martian minus sign?"
"Of course! Look! A plus sign is a hook, to hang things together; a minus sign is a knife, to cut something off from something-see, the little loop is the handle and the long pointed loop is the blade. Stylized, of course, but that"s what it is. And the fourth element,kiradavas ; what"s that?"
"Beryllium. Atomic weight given as nine-and-a-hook; actually it"s nine-point-oh-two."
Sid Chamberlain had been disgruntled because he couldn"t get a story about the Martians having developed atomic energy. It took him a few minutes to understand the newest development, but finally it dawned on him.
"Hey! You"re reading that!" he cried. "You"re reading Martian!"
"That"s right," Penrose told him. "Just reading it right off. I don"t get the two items after the atomic weight, though. They look like months of the Martian calendar. What ought they to be, Mort?"
Tranter hesitated. "Well, the next information after the atomic weight ought to be the period and group numbers. But those are words."
"What would the numbers be for the first one, hydrogen?" "Period One, Group One. One electron sh.e.l.l, one electron in the outer sh.e.l.l," Tranter told her. "Helium"s period one, too, but it has the outer-only-electron sh.e.l.l full, so it"s in the group of inert elements."
"Trav, Trav. Trav"s the first month of the year. And helium"sTrav, Yenth; Yenth is the eighth month."
"The inert elements could be called Group Eight, yes. And the third element, lithium, is Period Two, Group One. That check?"
"It certainly does.Sanv, Trav; Sanv "s the second month. What"s the first element in Period Three?"
"Sodium, Number Eleven."
"That"s right; it"sKrav, Trav . Why, the names of the months are simply numbers, one to ten, spelled out."
"Doma"s the fifth month. That was your first Martian word, Martha," Penrose told her. "The word for five. And ifdavas is the word for metal, andsornhulva is chemistry and/or physics, I"ll betTadavas Sornhulva is literally translated as : "Of-Metal Matter-Knowledge." Metallurgy, in other words. I wonder whatMastharnorvod means." It surprised her that, after so long and with so much happening in the meantime, he could remember that. "Something like "Journal," or "Review," or maybe "Quarterly.""
"We"ll work that out, too," she said confidently. After this, nothing seemed impossible. "Maybe we can find-" Then she stopped short. "You said "Quarterly." I think it was "Monthly," instead. It was dated for a specific month, the fifth one. And ifnor is ten,Mastharnorvod could be "Year-Tenth." And I"ll bet we"ll find thatmasthar is the word for year." She looked at the table on the wall again. "Well, let"s get all these words down, with translations for as many as we can."
"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, somebodywould 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"sthe 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 theCyrano , 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 Gentle Earth
by Christopher Anvil
Preface by Eric Flint It was hard to pick a specific Christopher Anvil story for this anthology. His most famous single story is "Pandora"s Planet," which first appeared in the September 1956 issue ofAstounding magazine; his best-known series of stories, the mult.i.tude of Interstellar Patrol stories which appeared inAstounding throughout the "60s. We could have easily chosen from any of them.
But . . . well . . .
For starters, my innate frugality-ignore what my wife says-rebelled at the notion. With me serving as editor of the project, Baen Books has already reissued the entire "Pandora"s Planet" sequence and is in the process of reissuing in three volumes all the stories Anvil wrote in his Colonization setting, which includes all the Interstellar Patrol stories. To include one of those in this anthology just seemed a little wasteful.
Beyond that, however, as it happens my first encounter with the writing of Christopher Anvil wasn"t any of those stories anyway. I first ran into Anvil in one of those marvelous epistolary tales that he did so well, and which so few writers can handle properly. (For those of you who are literarily challenged, an "epistolary tale" is a story told in the form of correspondence; usually letters, but sometimes-Anvil was especially good at this-in the form of telegraph-like exchanges.) So I thought of including that story. The problem then became . . .
I couldn"t rememberwhich story I"d first read as a teenager. It might have been "The Prisoner" . . . no, maybe it was "Trial by Silk" . . . on the other hand, it could have been "Bill For Delivery" . . . then again,it could have been "Revolt!" too . . .
Finally, I whined to Jim and Dave about my quandary. Jim pondered the matter for a bit, in his best Sagacious Publisher style. (He does that quite well. Of course, he also does Curmudgeon Editor quite well, too.) "Let"s go with "The Gentle Earth,"" he said. "It"s cla.s.sic Anvil, it"s a lot of fun-and it had one of those great Kelly Freas cover ill.u.s.trations when it first came out inAstounding. "
Bingo.
Tlasht Bade, Supreme Commander of Invasion Forces, drew thoughtfully on his slim cigar. "The scouts are all back?"
Sission Runckel, Chief of the Supreme Commander"s Staff, nodded. "They all got back safely, though one or two had difficulties with some of the lower life forms."
"Is the climate all right?"
Runckel abstractedly reached in his tunic, and pulled out a thing like a short piece of tarred rope. As he trimmed it, he scowled. "There"s some discomfort, apparently because the air is too dry. But on the other hand, there"s plenty of oxygen near the planet"s surface, and the gravity"s about the same as it is back home. We can live there."
Bade glanced across the room at a large blue, green, and brown globe, with irregular patches of white at top and bottom. "What are the white areas?"
"Apparently, chalk. One of our scouts landed there, but he"s in practically a state of shock. The brilliant reflectivity in the area blinded him, a huge white furry animal attacked him, and he barely got out alive. To cap it all, his ship"s insulation apparently broke down on the way back, and now he"s in the sick bay with a bad case of s.p.a.ce-gripe. All we can get out of him is that he had severe p.r.i.c.kling sensations in the feet when he stepped out onto the chalk dust. Probably a pile of little spiny sh.e.l.ls."
"Did he bring back a sample?"
"He claims he did. But there"s only water in his sample box. I imagine he was delirious. In any case, this part of the planet has little to interest us."
Bade nodded. "What about the more populous regions?"
"Just as we thought. A huge web of interconnecting cities, manufacturing centers, and rural areas. Our mapping procedures have proved to be accurate."