The Currents of Space (17 page)

“Earth! I come from Earth!”

“Earth?”

Rik nodded.

Samia turned to the Captain. “Where is this planet Earth?”

Captain Racety smiled briefly. “I never heard of it. Don’t take the boy seriously, my Lady. A native lies the way he breathes. It comes naturally to him. He says whatever comes first into his mind.”

“He doesn’t
talk
like a native.” She turned to Rik again. “Where is Earth, Rik?”

“I—” He put a shaking hand to his forehead. Then he said, “It’s in the Sirius Sector.” The intonation of the statement made it half a question.

Samia said to the Captain, “There is a Sirius Sector, isn’t there?”

“Yes, there is. I’m amazed he has that right. Still, that doesn’t make Earth any more real.”

Rik said vehemently, “But it is. I remember, I tell you. It’s been so long since I remembered. I can’t be wrong now. I can’t.”

He turned, gripping Valona’s elbows and clawing at her sleeve. “Lona, tell them I come from Earth. I do. I do.”

Valona’s eyes were wide with anxiety. “We found him one day, Lady, and he had no mind at all. He couldn’t dress himself or talk or walk. He was nothing. Ever since then he’s been remembering little by little. So far everything he’s remembered has been so.” She cast a quick, fearful glance at the bored face of the Captain. “He may really have come from Earth, Squire. No contradiction intended.”

The last was a long-established conventional phrase that went with any statement that seemed in contradiction to a previous statement by a superior.

Captain Racety grunted. “He may have come from the center of Sark for all that story proves, my Lady.”

“Maybe, but there’s something queer about all this,” insisted Samia, making up her mind flatly, woman-wise, on the side of romance. “I’m sure of it. . . . What made him so helpless when you found him, girl? Had he been hurt?”

Valona said nothing at first. Her eyes darted helplessly back and forth. First to Rik, whose fingers clutched at his hair, then to the Captain, who was smiling without humor, finally to Samia, who waited.

“Answer me, girl,” said Samia.

It was a hard decision for Valona to make, but no conceivable lie could substitute for the truth in this place and at this time. She said, “A doctor once looked at him. He said m—my Rik was psycho-probed.”

“Psycho-probed!” Samia felt a slight wash of repulsion well over her. She pushed her chair away. It squeaked against the metal floor. “You mean he was psychotic?”

“I don’t know what that means, Lady,” said Valona humbly.

“Not in the sense you’re thinking of, my Lady,” said the Captain almost simultaneously. “Natives aren’t psychotic. Their needs and desires are too simple. I’ve never heard of a psychotic native in my life.”

“But then——”

“It’s simple, my Lady. If we accept this fantastic story the girl tells, we can only conclude that the boy had been a criminal, which is a way of being psychotic, I suppose. If so, he must have been treated by one of those quacks who practice among the natives, been nearly killed and was then dumped in a deserted section to avoid detection and prosecution.”

“But it would have to be someone with a psycho-probe,” protested Samia. “Surely you wouldn’t expect natives to be able to use them.”

“Perhaps not. But then you wouldn’t expect an authorized medical man to use one so inexpertly. The fact that we arrive at a contradiction proves the story to be a lie throughout. If you will accept my suggestion, my Lady, you will leave these creatures to our handling. You see that it’s useless to expect anything out of them.”

Samia hesitated. “Perhaps you’re right.”

She rose and looked uncertainly at Rik. The Captain stepped behind her, lifted the little chair and folded it with a snap.

Rik jumped to his feet. “Wait!”

“If you please, my Lady,” said the Captain, holding the door open for her. “My men will quiet him.”

Samia stopped at the threshold. “They won’t hurt him?”

“I doubt if hell make us go to extremes. He will be easy handling.”

“Lady! Lady!” Rik called. “I can prove it. I’m from Earth.”

Samia stood irresolute for a moment. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”

The Captain said coldly, “As you wish, my Lady.”

She returned, but not very far. She remained a step from the door.

Rik was flushed. With the effort of remembering, his lips drew back into the caricature of a smile. He said, “I remember Earth. It was radioactive. I remember the Forbidden Areas and the blue horizon at night. The soil glowed and nothing would grow in it. There were just a few spots men could live on. That’s why I was a Spatio-analyst. That’s why I didn’t mind staying in space. My world was a dead world.”

Samia shrugged. “Come along, Captain. He’s simply raving.”

But this time it was Captain Racety who stood there, openmouthed. He muttered, “A radioactive world!”

She said, “You mean there
is
such a thing?”

“Yes.” He turned wondering eyes on her. “Now where could he have picked
that
up?”

“How could a world be radioactive and inhabited?”

“But there
is
one. And it
is
in the Sirius Sector. I don’t remember its name. It might even be Earth.”

“It
is
Earth,” said Rik, proudly and with confidence. “It is the oldest planet of the Galaxy. It is the planet on which the whole human race originated.”

The Captain said softly, “That’s so!”

Samia said, mind whirling, “You mean the human race originated on this Earth?”

“No, no,” said the Captain abstractedly. “That’s superstition. It’s just that that’s how I came to hear about the radioactive planet. It claims to be Man’s home planet.”

“I didn’t know we were supposed to have a home planet.”

“I suppose we started somewhere, my Lady, but I doubt that anyone can possibly know on what planet it happened.”

With sudden decision he walked toward Rik. “What else do you remember?”

He almost added “boy,” but held it back.

“The ship mostly,” said Rik, “and Spatio-analysis.”

Samia joined the Captain. They stood there, directly before
Rik, and Samia felt the excitement returning. “Then it’s all true? But then how did he come to be psycho-probed?”

“Psycho-probed!” said Captain Racety thoughtfully. “Suppose we ask him. Here, you, native or outworlder or whatever you are. How did you come to be psycho-probed?”

Rik looked doubtful. “You all say that. Even Lona. But I don’t know what the word means.”

“When did you stop remembering, then?”

“I’m not sure.” He began again, desperately. “I was on a ship.”

“We know that. Go on.”

Samia said, “It’s no use barking, Captain. You’ll drive out what few wits are left him.”

Rik was entirely absorbed in wrenching at the dimness within his mind. The effort left no room for any emotion. It was to his own astonishment that he said, “I’m not afraid of him, Lady. I’m trying to remember. There was danger. I’m sure of that Great danger to Florina, but I can’t remember the details about it.”

“Danger to the whole planet?” Samia cast a swift glance at the Captain.

“Yes. It was in the currents.”

“What currents?” asked the Captain.

“The currents of space.”

The Captain spread his hands and let them drop. “This is madness.”

“No, no. Let him go on.” The tide of belief had shifted to Samia again. Her lips were parted, her dark eyes gleamed and little dimples between cheek and chin made their appearance as she smiled. “What are the currents of space?”

“The different elements,” said Rik vaguely. He had explained that before. He didn’t want to go through that again.

He went on rapidly, nearly incoherently, speaking as the thoughts came to him, driven by them. “I sent a message to the local office on Sark. I remember that very clearly. I had to be careful. It was a danger that went beyond Florina. Yes. Beyond
Florina. It was as wide as the Milky Way. It had to be handled carefully.”

He seemed to have lost all real contact with those who listened to him, to be living in a world of the past before which a curtain was tearing away in places. Valona placed a soothing hand upon his shoulder and said, “Don’t!” but he was unresponsive even to that.

“Somehow,” he went on breathlessly, “my message was intercepted by some official on Sark. It was a mistake. I don’t know how it happened.”

He frowned. “I’m sure I sent it to the local office on the Bureau’s own wavelength. Do you suppose the sub-ether could have been tapped?” He did not even wonder that the word “sub-ether” came so easily to him.

He might have been waiting for an answer, but his eyes were still unseeing. “Anyway, when I landed on Sark they were waiting for me.”

Again a pause, this time long and meditative. The Captain did nothing to break it; he seemed to be meditating himself.

Samia, however, said, “Who was waiting for you? Who?”

Rik said, “I—I don’t know. I can’t remember. It wasn’t the office. It was someone of Sark. I remember speaking to him. He knew about the danger. He spoke of it. I’m sure he spoke of it. We sat at a table together. I remember the table. He sat opposite me. It’s as clear as space. We spoke for quite a while. It seems to me I wasn’t anxious to give details. I’m sure of that. I would have had to speak to the office first. And then he . . .”

“Yes?” prompted Samia.

“He did something. He——No, nothing more will come.
Nothing will come!
”

He screamed the words and then there was silence, a silence that was anticlimactically broken by the prosaic buzz of the Captain’s wrist communo.

He said, “What is it?”

The answering voice was reedy and precisely respectful. “A
message to the Captain from Sark. It is requested that he accept it personally.”

“Very well. I will be at the sub-etherics presently.”

He turned to Samia. “My Lady, may I suggest that it is, in any case, dinnertime.”

He saw that the girl was about to protest her lack of appetite, to urge him to leave and not to bother about her. He continued, more diplomatically, “It is also time to feed these creatures. They are probably tired and hungry.”

Samia could say nothing against that. “I must see them again, Captain.”

The Captain bowed silently. It might have been acquiescence. It might not.

Samia of Fife was thrilled. Her studies of Florina satisfied a certain aspiration to intellect within her, but the Mysterious Case of the Psycho-probed Earthman (she thought of the matter in capitals) appealed to something much more primitive and much more demanding. It roused the sheer animal curiosity in her.

It was a mystery!

There were three points that fascinated her. Among these was not the perhaps reasonable question (under the circumstances) of whether the man’s story was a delusion or a deliberate lie, rather than the truth. To believe it anything other than truth would spoil the mystery and Samia could not allow that.

The three points were therefore these. (1) What was the danger that threatened Florina, or, rather, the entire Galaxy? (2) Who was the person who had psycho-probed the Earthman? (3) Why had the person used the psycho-probe?

She was determined to sift the matter to her own thorough satisfaction. No one is so modest as not to believe himself a competent amateur sleuth, and Samia was far from modest.

As soon after dinner as she could politely manage, she hurried down to the brig.

She said to the guard, “Open the door!”

The sailor remained perfectly erect, staring blankly and respectfully
ahead. He said, “If Your Ladyship pleases, the door is not to be opened.”

Samia gasped. “How dare you say so? If you do not open the door instantly, the Captain shall be informed.”

“If Your Ladyship pleases, the door is not to be opened. That is by the strict order of the Captain.”

She stormed up the levels once more, bursting into the Captain’s stateroom like a tornado compressed into sixty inches.

“Captain!”

“My Lady?”

“Have you ordered the Earthman and the native woman to be kept from me?”

“I believe, my Lady, it was agreed that you were to interview them only in my presence.”

“Before dinner, yes. But you saw they were harmless?”

“I saw that they
seemed
harmless.”

Samia simmered. “In that case I order you to come with me now.”

“I cannot, my Lady. The situation has changed.”

“In what way?”

“They must be questioned by the proper authorities on Sark and until then I think they should be left alone.”

Samia’s lower jaw dropped, but she rescued it from its undignified position almost immediately. “Surely you are not going to deliver them to the Bureau of Florinian Affairs.”

“Well,” temporized the Captain, “that was certainly the original intention. They have left their village without permission. In fact they have left their planet without permission. In addition, they have taken secret passage on a Sarkite vessel.”

“The last was a mistake.”

“Was it?”

“In any case, you knew all their crimes before our last interview.”

“But it was only at the interview that I heard what the so-called Earthman had to say.”

“So-called. You said yourself that the planet Earth existed.”

“I said it might exist. But, my Lady, may I be so bold as to ask what you would like to see done with these people?”

“I think the Earthman’s story should be investigated. He speaks of a danger to Florina and of someone on Sark who has deliberately attempted to keep knowledge of that danger from the proper authorities. I think it is even a case for my father. In fact I would take him to my father, when the proper time came.”

The Captain said, “The cleverness of it all!”

“Are you being sarcastic, Captain?”

The Captain flushed. “Your pardon, my Lady. I was referring to our prisoners. May I be allowed to speak at some length?”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘some length,’ ” she retorted angrily, “but I suppose you may begin.”

“Thank you. In the first place, my Lady, I hope you will not minimize the importance of the disturbances on Florina.”