“Then you have others?”
“Of course,” said Moral. “We go back and forth among the Confederation a lot.” He hesitated. “I’ve arranged for them to expect you tomorrow—if it’s all right with you.”
“Tomorrow? On Barzalac?” cried Mike.
“If it’s all right with you.”
“Look, how fast is this… transportation, or whatever you call it?”
Moral stared at him.
“Why, I don’t know, exactly,” he said. “I’m just a sort of a rural person, you know. A few millionths of a second, I believe you’d say, in your terms?”
Mike stared. There was a moment’s rather uncomfortable silence. Mike drew a deep breath.
“I see,” he said.
“I have the honor of being invited to escort you,” said Moral, eagerly. “If you want me, that is. I… I rather look forward to showing you around the museum in Barzalac. And after all, it was my property you landed on.”
“Here we go again,” said Mike under his breath. Only Penny heard him. “What museum?”
“What museum?” echoed Moral, and looked blank. “Oh, the museum erected in honor of those other humans. It has everything,” he went on eagerly, “artifacts, pictures—the whole history of these other people, together with the Confederation. Of course”—he hesitated with shyness again—“there’ll be experts around to give you the real details. As I say, I’m only a sort of rural person—”
“All right,” said Mike, harshly. “I’ll quit beating around the bush. Just why do you want us to go to Barzalac?”
“But the heads of the Confederation,” protested Moral. “They’ll be expecting you.”
“Expecting us?” demanded Mike. “For what?”
“Why to take over the Confederation, of course,” said Moral, staring at him as if he thought the human had taken leave of his senses. “You are going to, aren’t you?”
Half an hour later, Mike had a council of war going in the lounge of Exploration Ship 29XJ. He paced up and down while Penny, Red Sommers, Tommy Anotu, and Alvin Longhand sat about in their gimballed armchairs, listening.
“…The point’s this,” Mike was saying, “we can’t get through to base at all because of the distance. Right, Red?”
“The equipment just wasn’t designed to carry more than a couple of light-years, Mike,” answered Red. “You know that. To get a signal from here to Altair we’d need a power plant nearly big enough to put this ship in its pocket.”
“All right,” said Mike. “Point one—we’re on our own. That leaves it up to me. And my duty as captain of this vessel is to discover anything possible about an intelligent life form like this—particularly since the human race’s never bumped into anything much brighter than a horse up until now.”
“You’re going to go?” asked Penny.
“That’s the question. It all depends on what’s behind the way these Tolfians are acting. That transporter of theirs could just happen to be a fine little incinerating unit, for all we know. Not that I’m not expendable—we all are. But the deal boils down to whether I’d be playing into alien hands by going along with them, or not.”
“You don’t think they’re telling the truth?” asked Alvin, his lean face pale against the metal bulkhead behind him.
“I don’t know!” said Mike, pounding one fist into the palm of his other hand and continuing to pace. “I just don’t know. Of all the fantastic stories—that there are, or have been, other ethnic groups of humans abroad in the galaxy! And that these humans were so good, so wonderful that their memory is revered and this Confederation can’t wait to put our own group up on the pedestal the other bunch vacated!”
“What happened to the other humans, Mike?” asked Tommy.
“Moral doesn’t know, exactly. He knows they died off, but he’s hazy on the why and how. He thinks a small group of them may have just pulled up stakes and moved on—but he thinks maybe that’s just a legend. And that’s it.” He pounded his fist into his palm again.
“What’s it?” asked Penny.
“The way he talked about it—the way these Tolfians are,” said Mike. “They’re as bright as we are. Their science—and they know it as well as we do—is miles ahead of us. Look at that transporter, if it’s true, that can whisk you light-years in millisecond intervals. Does it make any sense at all that a race that advanced—let alone a bunch of races that advanced—would want to bow down and say ‘Master’ to us?”
Nobody said anything.
“All right,” said Mike, more calmly, “you know as well as I do it doesn’t. That leaves us right on the spike. Are they telling the truth, or aren’t they? If they aren’t, then they are obviously setting us up for something. If they are—then there’s a catch in it somewhere, because the whole story is just too good to be true. They need us like an idiot uncle, but they claim that now that we’ve stumbled on to them, they can’t think of existing without us. They want us to take over. Us!”
Mike threw himself into his own chair and threw his arms wide.
“All right, everybody,” he said. “Let’s have some opinions.”
There was a silence in which everybody looked at everybody else.
“We could pack up and head for home real sudden-like,” offered Tommy.
“No,” Mike gnawed at his thumb. “If they’re this good, they could tell which way we went and maybe track us. Also, we’d be popping off for insufficient reason. So far we’ve encountered nothing obviously inimical.”
“This planet’s Earth-like as they come,” offered Alvin—and corrected himself, hastily. “I don’t mean that perhaps the way it sounded. I mean it’s as close to Earth conditions as any of the worlds we’ve colonized extensively up until now.”
“I know,” muttered Mike. “Moral says the Confederation worlds are all that close—and that I can believe. Now that we know that nearly all suns have planets, and if these people can really hop dozens of light-years in a wink, there’ll be no great trouble in finding a good number of Earth-like worlds in this part of the galaxy.”
“Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s just a natural thing for life forms on worlds so similar to hang together,” offered Red.
“Sure,” said Mike. “Suppose that was true, and suppose we were their old human-style buddies come back. Then there’d be a reason for a real welcome. But we aren’t.”
“Maybe they think we’re just pretending not to be their old friends,” said Red.
“No,” Mike shook his head. “They can take one look at our ship here and see what we’ve got. Their old buddies wouldn’t come back in anything as old-fashioned as a spaceship; and they’d hardly be wanted if they did. Besides, welcoming an old friend and inviting him to take over your home and business are two different things.”
“Maybe—” said Red, hesitantly, “it’s all true, but they’ve got it in for their old buddies for some reason, and all this is just setting us up for the ax.”
Mike slowly lifted his head and exchanged a long glance with his Communications officer.
“That does it,” he said. “Now you say it. That, my friends, was the exact conclusion I’d come to myself. Well, that ties it.”
“What do you mean, Mike?” cried Penny.
“I mean that’s it,” said Mike. “If that’s the case, I’ve got to see it through and find out about it. In other words, tomorrow I go to Barzalac. The rest of you stay here; and if I’m not back in two days, blast off for home.”
“Mike,” said Penny, as the others stared at him, “I’m going with you.”
“No,” said Mike.
“Yes, I am,” said Penny, “I’m not needed here, and—”