up. More than half the stars we visit have planets that can support human life. And every one that can does. Once there must have been an interstellar empire. So why are all their civilizations so backward? They aren’t primitive—they’re decadent. And why do they all have such strong feelings—one way or the exact opposite—about people from the stars?”
“Isn’t that why you want to try one more system?” asked Bates. “To give us another chance to get some answers? Here’s your coffee. Try to drink it quietly. I’m going to get some shuteye.”
*
The trip through the Limbo between adjacent universes passed uneventfully, as always. The computer chimed again on schedule, and a quick check by Farnum showed the blazing sun that suddenly appeared was Deneb, as advertised. Seventeen planets could be counted, and the fifth seemed to be Earth type. They approached it with the easy skill of long practice and swung into orbit about it.
“This is what we’ve been looking for!” exclaimed Farnum, examining the planet through a telescope. “They’ve got big cities and dams and bridges—they’re civilized. Let’s put the ship down.”
“Wait up,” said Bates. “What if they’ve got starman-phobia? Remember, they’re people, just like us; and with people, civilization and weapons go together.”
“I think you’ve got it backwards. If they hate us, we can probably get away before they bring up their big artillery. But what if they love us? They might want to keep us beside them forever.”
Bates nodded. “I’m glad you agree with me. Let’s get out of here. Nobody but us knows of the beautiful, profitable planets we’ve found, all ready to become part of a Terran Empire. And if we don’t get back safe and sound, nobody will know. The information we’ve got is worth a fortune to us, and I want to be alive to collect it.”
“Sure. But we’ve got the job of trying to find out why all those planets reverted to barbarism. This one hasn’t; maybe the answer’s here. There’s no use setting up an empire if it won’t last.”
“It’ll last long enough to keep you and me on top of the heap.”
“That’s not good enough. I want my kids—when I have them—to have their chances at the top of the heap too.”
“Oh, all right. We’ll flip a coin, then.”
“We already did. You may be a sharp dealer, but you’d never welch on a bet. We’re going down.”
Bates shrugged. “You win. Let’s put her down beside that big city over there—the biggest one, by the seashore.”
As they approached the city, they noticed at its outskirts a large flat plain, dotted with gantries. “Like a spaceport,” suggested Bill. “That’s our target.”
They landed neatly on the tarmac and then sat there quietly, waiting to see what would happen.
*
A crowd began to form. The two men sat tensely at their controls, but the throng clustering about the base of the ship showed no hostility. They also showed no reverence but, rather, a carefree interest and joyful welcome.
“Well,” said Farnum at last, “looks like we might as well go outside and ask them to take us to their leader.”
“I’m with you as usual,” said Bates, starting to climb into his spacesuit. “Weapons?”
“I don’t think so. We can’t stop them if they get mad at us, and they look friendly enough. We’ll start off with the ‘let’s be pals’ routine.”
Bates nodded. “After we learn the language. I always hate this part—it moves so slowly. You’d think there’d be some similarity among the tongues on different planets, wouldn’t you? But each one’s entirely different. I guess they’ve all been isolated too long.”
The two men stepped out on the smooth plain, to be instantly surrounded by a laughing, chattering crowd. Farnum stared around in bewilderment at the variety of dress the crowd displayed. There were men and women in togas, in tunics, in draped dresses and kilts, in trousers and coats. Others considered a light cloak thrown over the shoulders to be adequate. There was no uniformity of style or custom.
“You pick me a boss-man out of this bunch,” he muttered to Bates.
Finally a couple of young men, glowing with health and energy, came bustling through the crowd with an oblong box which they set down in front of the Earthmen. They pointed to the box and then back at Farnum and Bates, laughing and talking as they did so.
“What do you suppose they want us to do?” Farnum asked.
One of the young men clapped his hands happily and reached down to touch the box. “What do you suppose they want us to do?” asked the box distinctly.
“Oh. A recording machine. Probably to help with language lessons. Might as well help them out.”
*
Farnum and Bates took turns talking at the box for half an hour. Then the young man nodded, laughed, clapped his hands again, and the two men carried it away. The crowd went with them, waving merrily as they departed.
Bates shrugged his shoulders and went back into the ship, with Farnum close behind.
A few hours after sunrise the following morning, the crowd returned, as gay and carefree as before, led by the two young men who had carried the box. Each of these two now had a small case, about the size of a camera, slung by a strap across one brawny shoulder.
As the terrestrials climbed out to meet them, the two men raised their hands and the crowd discontinued its chatter, falling silent except for an occasional tinkle of surprised laughter.
“Welcome,” said the first young man clearly. “It is a great pleasure for us to have our spaceport in use again. It has been many generations since any ships have landed on it.”
Farnum noticed that the voice came from the box. “Thank you for your very kind welcome,” he said. “I hope that your traffic will soon increase. May we congratulate you, by the way, on the efficiency of your translators?”
“Thanks,” laughed the young man. “But there was nothing to it. We just asked the Oracle and he told us what we had to do to make them.”
“May we meet your—Oracle?”
“Oh, sure, if you want to. But later on. Now it’s time for a party. Why don’t you take off those clumsy suits and come along?”
“We don’t dare remove our spacesuits. They protect us from any disease germs you may have, and you from any we may have. We probably have no resistance to each others’ ailments.”
“The Oracle says we have nothing that will hurt you. And we’re going to spray you with this as soon as you get out of your suits. Then you won’t hurt any of us.” He held up a small atomizer.
Farnum glanced at Bates, who shrugged and nodded. They uneasily unfastened their spacesuits and stepped out of them, wearing only their light one-piece coveralls, and got sprayed with a pleasant-smelling mist.
The party was
