He bowed his head then, as the cab door slammed and the truck took off down the road.
“I'm sorry, brother,” he said. “I did not mean to presume. But it offended me to hear one of them speak to you in such a manner. I know I should have waited to let you dispose of him as you saw fit, or at least have consulted with you.”
“Well, whatever,” I told him, “let's get back onto the road and get moving, if we can.”
The rear wheels were sunken up to their hubcaps, and as I stared at them, trying to decide the best way to go about things, Random called out, “Okay, I've got the front bumper. You take the rear and we'll carry it back to the road-and we'd better deposit it in the left lane.”
He wasn't kidding.
He'd said something about lesser gravitation, but I didn't feel that light. I knew I was strong, but I had my doubts about being able to raise the rear end of a Mercedes.
But on the other hand, I had to try, since he seemed to expect it of me, and I couldn't tip him off as to any gaps in my memory.
So I stooped, squatted, grasped, and started to straighten my legs. With a sucking sound, the rear wheels freed themselves from the moist earth. I was holding my end of the car about two feet above the ground! It was heavy, damn! it was heavy! -but I could do it!
With each step that I took, I sank about six inches into the ground. But I was carrying it. And Random was doing the same with his end.
We set it down on the roadway, with a slight jouncing of springs. Then I took off my shoes and emptied them, cleaned them with swatches of grass, wrung out my socks, brushed off the cuffs of my trousers, threw my footgear into the rear seat and climbed back into the front, bare footed.
Random jumped in, on the passenger's side, and said, “Look, I want to apologize again-”
“Forget it,” I said. “It's over and done with.”
“Yes, but I don't want you to hold it against me.”
“I won't,” I told him. “Just curb your impetuosity in the future, when it involves life-taking in my presence.”
“I will,” he promised.
“Then let's get rolling,” and we did.
We moved through a canyon of rocks, then passed through a city which seemed to be made entirely of glass, or glass-like substance, of tall buildings, thin and fragile-appearing, and of people through whom the pink sun shone, revealing their internal organs and the remains of their last meals. They stared at us as we drove by. They mobbed the corners of their streets, but no one attempted to halt us or pass in front of us.
“The Charles Forts of this place will doubtless quote this happening for many years,” said my brother.
I nodded.
Then there was no roadway whatsoever, and we were driving across what seemed an eternal sheet of silicon. After a while it narrowed and became our road, and after another while there were marshes to our left and our right, low, brown, and stinking. And I saw what I'd swear to be a Diplodocus raise its head and stare down upon us. Then, overhead, an enormous bat-winged shape passed by. The sky was now a royal blue, and the sun was of fallow gold.
“We've now got less than a quarter tank of gas,” I commented.
“Okay,” said Random, “stop the car.”
I did this and waited.
For a long time-like maybe six minutes-he was silent, then, “Drive on,” he said.
After about three miles we came to a barricade of logs and I began driving around it. A gate occurred on one side, and Random told me, “Stop and blow your horn.”
I did so. and after a time the wooden gate creaked upon its huge iron hinges and swung inward.
“Go on in.” he said. “It's safe.”
I drove in, and off to my left were three bubble-headed Esso pumps, the small building behind them being one of the kind I had seen countless times before, under more ordinary circumstances. I pulled up before one of the pumps and waited.
The guy who emerged from the building was about five feet tall, of enormous girth, with a strawberry-like nose, and his shoulders maybe a yard across.
“What'll it be?” he asked. “Fill 'er up?”
I nodded. “With regular,” I said.
“Pull it up a bit,” he directed.
I did, and asked Random, “Is my money any good here?”
“Look at it,” he told me, and I did.
My wallet was stuffed with orange and yellow bills1 Roman numerals in their corners, followed by the letters “D. R.”
He grinned at me as I examined the sheaf.
“See, I've taken care of everything,” he said.
“Great. By the way, I'm getting hungry.”
We looked around us, and we saw a picture of a gent who sells Kentucky Fried Chicken in another place, staring down at us from a big sign.
Strawberry Nose sloshed a little on the ground to make it come out even, hung up the hose, approached, and said, “Eight Drachae Regums.”
I found an orange note with a “V D. R.” on it and three more with “I D. R.” and passed them to him.
“Thanks,” he said, and stuffed them in his pocket. “Check your oil and water?”
“Yeah.”
He added a little water, told me the oil level was okay, and smeared the windshield a bit with a dirty rag. Then he waved and walked back into the shack
We drove over to Kenni Roi's and got us a bucket full of Kentucki Fried Lizzard Partes and another bucket of weak, salty tasting beer.
Then we washed up in the outbuilding, beeped the horn at the gate, and waited till a man with a halberd hanging over his right shoulder came and opened it for us.
Then we hit the road again.
A tyrannosaurus leaped before us, hesitated for a moment, then went on his way, off to the left. Three more pterodactyls passed overhead.
“I am loath to relinquish Amber's sky,” said Random, whatever that meant, and I grunted back at him.
“I'm afraid to try it all at once, though,” he continued. “We might be torn to bits.”
“Agreed,” I agreed.
“But on the other hand, I don't like this place.”
I nodded, so we drove on, till the silicon plain ended and bare rock lay all about us.
“What are you doing now?” I ventured.
“Now that I've got the sky, I'm going to try for the terrain,” he said.
And the rock sheet became rocks, as we drove along. There was bare, black earth between, After a while, there was more earth and fewer rocks. Finally, I saw splotches of green. First a bit of grass here and there. But it was a very, very bright green, of a kind like yet unlike that common on Earth as I knew it
Soon there was much of it.
After a time there were trees, spotted occasionally along our way.
Then there was a forest
And what a forest!
I had never seen trees such as this, mighty and majestic, of a deep, rich green, slightly tinged with gold. They towered, they soared. They were enormous pines, oaks, maples, and many others which I could not distinguish. Through them crept a breeze of fantastic and lovely fragrance, when I cracked the window a bit. I decided to open it all the way and leave it like that after I'd had a few whiffs.
“The Forest of Arden,” said the man who was my brother. and I knew he was right, and somehow I both loved and envied him for his wisdom, his knowledge.
“Brother,” said I, “you're doing all right. Better than I'd expected. Thank you.”
This seemed to take him somewhat aback. It was as if he'd never received a good word from a relative before.
“I'm doing my best,” he said, “and I'll do it all the way, I promise. Look at it! We've got the sky, and we've got the forest! It's almost too good to be true! We've passed the halfway point, and nothing's bugged us especially. I think we're very fortunate. Will you give me a Regency?”