frowned. "And they're here, in the woods?"
"Yes."
"I see." He ground his cigarette out impatiently. "You don't supposethere's any chance you could take me to them, do you?"
"Take you?"
"Yes. I have this problem and I have to solve it. You see, the BaseCommander on Terra has assigned this to me, this business about thePipers. It has to be solved. And I'm the one assigned to the job. Soit's important to me to find them. Do you see? Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Well, will you take me to them?"
The girl was silent. For a long time she sat, staring down into thewater, resting her head against her knee. Harris began to becomeimpatient. He fidgeted back and forth, resting first on one leg andthen on the other.
"Well, will you?" he said again. "It's important to the whole Garrison.What do you say?" He felt around in his pockets. "Maybe I could give yousomething. What do I have...." He brought out his lighter. "I could giveyou my lighter."
The girl stood up, rising slowly, gracefully, without motion or effort.Harris' mouth fell open. How supple she was, gliding to her feet in asingle motion! He blinked. Without effort she had stood, seeminglywithout _change_. All at once she was standing instead of sitting,standing and looking calmly at him, her small face expressionless.
"Will you?" he said.
"Yes. Come along." She turned away, moving toward the row of ferns.
Harris followed quickly, stumbling across the rocks. "Fine," he said."Thanks a lot. I'm very interested to meet these Pipers. Where are youtaking me, to your village? How much time do we have before nightfall?"
The girl did not answer. She had entered the ferns already, and Harrisquickened his pace to keep from losing her. How silently she glided!
"Wait," he called. "Wait for me."
The girl paused, waiting for him, slim and lovely, looking silentlyback.
He entered the ferns, hurrying after her.
* * * * *
"Well, I'll be damned!" Commander Cox said. "It sure didn't take youlong." He leaped down the steps two at a time. "Let me give you a hand."
Harris grinned, lugging his heavy suitcases. He set them down andbreathed a sigh of relief. "It isn't worth it," he said. "I'm going togive up taking so much."
"Come on inside. Soldier, give him a hand." A Patrolman hurried over andtook one of the suitcases. The three men went inside and down thecorridor to Harris' quarters. Harris unlocked the door and the Patrolmandeposited his suitcase inside.
"Thanks," Harris said. He set the other down beside it. "It's good to beback, even for a little while."
"A little while?"
"I just came back to settle my affairs. I have to return to Y-3 tomorrowmorning."
"Then you didn't solve the problem?"
"I solved it, but I haven't _cured_ it. I'm going back and get to workright away. There's a lot to be done."
"But you found out what it is?"
"Yes. It was just what the men said. The Pipers."
"The Pipers do exist?"
"Yes." Harris nodded. "They do exist." He removed his coat and put itover the back of the chair. Then he went to the window and let it down.Warm spring air rushed into the room. He settled himself on the bed,leaning back.
"The Pipers exist, all right--in the minds of the Garrison crew! To thecrew, the Pipers are real. The crew created them. It's a mass hypnosis,a group projection, and all the men there have it, to some degree."
"How did it start?"
"Those men on Y-3 were sent there because they were skilled,highly-trained men with exceptional ability. All their lives they'vebeen schooled by complex modern society, fast tempo and high integrationbetween people. Constant pressure toward some goal, some job to be done.
"Those men are put down suddenly on an asteroid where there are nativesliving the most primitive of existence, completely vegetable lives. Noconcept of goal, no concept of purpose, and hence no ability to plan.The natives live the way the animals live, from day to day, sleeping,picking food from the trees. A kind of Garden-of-Eden existence, withoutstruggle or conflict."
"So? But--"
"Each of the Garrison crew sees the natives and _unconsciously_ thinksof his own early life, when he was a child, when _he_ had no worries, noresponsibilities, before he joined modern society. A baby lying in thesun.
"But he can't admit this to himself! He can't admit that he might _want_to live like the natives, to lie and sleep all day. So he invents ThePipers, the idea of a mysterious group living in the woods who trap him,lead him into their kind of life. Then he can blame _them_, not himself.They 'teach' him to become a part of the woods."
"What are you going to do? Have the woods burned?"
"No." Harris shook his head. "That's not the answer; the woods areharmless. The answer is psychotherapy for the men. That's why I'm goingright back, so I can begin work. They've got to be made to see that thePipers are inside them, their own unconscious voices calling to them togive up their responsibilities. They've got to be made to realize thatthere are no Pipers, at least, not outside themselves. The woods areharmless and the natives have nothing to teach anyone. They're primitivesavages, without even a written language. We're seeing a psychologicalprojection by a whole Garrison of men who want to lay down their workand take it easy for a while."
The room was silent.
"I see," Cox said presently. "Well, it makes sense." He got to his feet."I hope you can do something with the men when you get back."
"I hope so, too," Harris agreed. "And I think I can. After all, it'sjust a question of increasing their self-awareness. When they have thatthe Pipers will vanish."
Cox nodded. "Well, you go ahead with your unpacking, Doc. I'll see youat dinner. And maybe before you leave, tomorrow."
"Fine."
* * * * *
Harris opened the door and the Commander went out into the hall. Harrisclosed the door after him and then went back across the room. He lookedout the window for a moment, his hands in his pockets.
It was becoming evening, the air was turning cool. The sun was justsetting as he watched, disappearing behind the buildings of the citysurrounding the hospital. He watched it go down.
Then he went over to his two suitcases. He was tired, very tired fromhis trip. A great weariness was beginning to descend over him. Therewere so many things to do, so terribly many. How could he hope to dothem all? Back to the asteroid. And then what?
He yawned, his eyes closing. How sleepy he was! He looked over at thebed. Then he sat down on the edge of it and took his shoes off. So muchto do, the next day.
He put his shoes in the corner of the room. Then he bent over,unsnapping one of the suitcases. He opened the suitcase. From it he tooka bulging gunnysack. Carefully, he emptied the contents of the sack outon the floor. Dirt, rich soft dirt. Dirt he had collected during hislast hours there, dirt he had carefully gathered up.
When the dirt was spread out on the floor he sat down in the middle ofit. He stretched himself out, leaning back. When he was fullycomfortable he folded his hands across his chest and closed his eyes. Somuch work to do--But later on, of course. Tomorrow. How warm the dirtwas....
He was sound asleep in a moment.
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from _Imagination: Stories of Science and Fantasy_ February 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.
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