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Someone, something, had found a way of going to another planet short of spa
But one thing—one ridiculous thing—kept puzzling him and that was the spi
And yet, a couple of days ago, he would have contended just as stolidly that the whole idea on the face of it was fantastic and impossible. Still it had been done. And once one impossibility was accomplished, what logical man could say with sincerity that the second could not be?
The doorbell rang and he got up to answer it.
It was Ernie, the oil man.
“Henry said you wanted some gas and I came to tell you I can’t get it until morning.”
“That’s all right,” said Taine. “I don’t need it now.”
And swiftly slammed the door.
He leaned against it, thinking: I’ll have to face them sometime. I can’t keep the door locked against the world. Sometime, soon or late, the Earth and I will have to have this out.
And it was foolish, he thought, for him to think like this, but that was the way it was.
He had something here that the Earth demanded; something that Earth wanted or thought it wanted. And yet, in the last analysis, it was his responsibility. It had happened on his land, it had happened in his house; unwittingly, perhaps, he’d even aided and abetted it.
And the land and house are mine, he fiercely told himself, and that world out there was an extension of his yard. No matter how far or where it went, an extension of his yard.
Beasly had left the kitchen and Taine walked into the living room. Towser was curled up and snoring gently in the gold-upholstered chair.
Taine decided he would let him stay there. After all, he thought, Towser had won the right to sleep anywhere he wished.
He walked past the chair to the window and the desert stretched to its far horizon and there before the window sat the man-size wood-chuck and Beasly side by side, with their backs turned to the window and staring out across the desert.
Somehow it seemed natural that the chuck and Beasly should be sitting there together—the two of them, it appeared to Taine, might have a lot in common.
And it was a good begi
He tried to envision the setup of these linked worlds, of which Earth now was a part, and the possibilities that lay inherent in the fact of linkage rolled thunder through his brain.
There would be contact between the Earth and these other worlds and what would come of it?
And come to think of it, the contact had been made already, but so naturally, so undramatically, that it failed to register as a great, important meeting. For Beasly and the chuck out there were contact and if it all should go like that, there was absolutely nothing for one to worry over.
This was no haphazard business, he reminded himself. It had been pla
The little ratlike things had spa
And once the job was done the little ratlike things had left, but not before they had made certain that this gateway to their planet would stand against no matter what assault. They had sheathed the house inside the studdings with a wonder-material that would resist an ax and that, undoubtedly, would resist much more than a simple ax.
And they had marched in drill-order single file out to the hill where eight more of the space machines had rested in their cradles. And now there were only seven there, in their cradles on the hill, and the ratlike things were gone and, perhaps, in time to come, they’d land on another planet and another doorway would be opened, a link to yet another world.
But more, Taine thought, than the linking of mere worlds. It would be, as well, the linking of the peoples of those worlds.
The little ratlike creatures were the explorers and the pioneers who sought out other Earthlike planets and the creature waiting with Beasly just outside the window must also serve its purpose and perhaps in time to come there would be a purpose which man would also serve.
He turned away from the window and looked around the room and the room was exactly as it had been ever since he could remember it. With all the change outside, with all that was happening outside, the room remained unchanged.
This is the reality, thought Taine, this is all the reality there is. Whatever else may happen, this is where I stand—this room with its fireplace blackened by many winter fires, the bookshelves with the old thumbed volumes, the easy chair, the ancient worn carpet—worn by beloved and unforgotten feet through the many years.
And this also, he knew, was the lull before the storm.
In just a little while the brass would start arriving—the team of scientists, the governmental functionaries, the military, the observers from the other countries, the officials from the U.N.
And against all these, he realized he stood weaponless and shorn of his strength. No matter what a man might say or think, he could not stand off the world.
This was the last day that this would be the Taine house. After almost a hundred years, it would have another destiny.
And for the first time in all those years there’d be no Taine asleep beneath its roof.
He stood looking at the fireplace and the shelves of books and he sensed the old, pale ghosts walking in the room and he lifted a hesitant hand as if to wave farewell, not only to the ghosts but to the room as well. But before he got it up, he dropped it to his side.
What was the use, he thought.
He went out to the porch and sat down on the steps.
Beasly heard him and turned around.
“He’s nice,” he said to Taine, patting the chuck upon the back. “He’s exactly like a great big teddy bear.”
“Yes, I see,” said Taine.
“And best of all, I can talk with him.”
“Yes, I know,” said Taine, remembering that Beasly could talk with Towser, too.
He wondered what it would be like to live in the simple world of Beasly. At times, he decided, it would be comfortable.
The ratlike things had come in the spaceship, but why had they come to Willow Bend, why had they picked this house, the only house in all the village where they would have found the equipment that they needed to build their apparatus so easily and so quickly? For there was no doubt that they had ca
Could they have foreseen that on this particular week in this particular house the probability of quickly and easily doing what they had come to do had stood very high?
Did they, with all their other talents and technology, have clairvoyance as well?
“There’s someone coming,” Beasly said.
“I don’t see a thing.”
“Neither do I,” said Beasly, “but Chuck told me that he saw them.”