“And, Hiram,” Abbie said, “will you do something for me, please?”
“Why, certainly,” said Taine.
“Would you speak to Beasly. It’s senseless the way he’s acting. There wasn’t any call for him to up and leave us. I might have been a little sharp with him, but he’s so simple-minded he’s infuriating. He ran off and spent half a day helping Towser at digging out that woodchuck and –”
“I’ll speak to him,” said Taine.
“Thanks, Hiram. He’ll listen to you. You’re the only one he’ll listen to. And I wish you could have fixed my TV set before all this came about. I’m just lost without it. It leaves a hole in the living room. It matched my other furniture, you know.”
“Yes, I know,” said Taine.
“Coming, Abbie?” Henry asked, standing at the door.
He lifted a hand in a confidential farewell to Taine. “I’ll see you later, Hiram. I’ll get it all fixed up.”
I just bet you will, thought Taine.
He went back to the table, after they were gone, and sat down heavily in a chair.
The front door slammed and Beasly came panting in, excited.
“Towser’s back!” he yelled. “He’s coming back and he’s driving in the biggest woodchuck you ever clapped your eyes on.”
Taine leaped to his feet.
“Woodchuck! That’s an alien planet. It hasn’t any woodchucks.”
“You come and see,” yelled Beasly.
He turned and raced back out again, with Taine following close behind.
It certainly looked considerably like a woodchuck – a sort of man-size woodchuck. More like a woodchuck out of a children’s book, perhaps, for it was walking on its hind legs and trying to look dignified even while it kept a weather eye on Towser.
Towser was back a hundred feet or so, keeping a wary distance from the massive chuck. He had the pose of a good sheep-herding dog, walking in a crouch, alert to head off any break that the chuck might make.
The chuck came up close to the house and stopped. Then it did an about-face so that it looked back across the desert and it hunkered down.
It swung its massive head to gaze at Beasly and Taine and in the limpid brown eyes Taine saw more than the eyes of an animal.
Taine walked swiftly out and picked up the dog in his arms and hugged him tight against him. Towser twisted his head around and slapped a sloppy tongue across his master’s face.
Taine stood with the dog in his arms and looked at the man-size chuck and felt a great relief and an utter thankfulness.
Everything was all right now, he thought. Towser had come back.
He headed for the house and out into the kitchen.
He put Towser down and got a dish and filled it at the tap. He placed it on the floor and Towser lapped at it thirstily, slopping water all over the linoleum.
“Take it easy, there,” warned Taine. “You don’t want to overdo it.”
He hunted in the refrigerator and found some scraps and put them in Towser’s dish. Towser wagged his tail with doggish happiness.
“By rights,” said Taine, “I ought to take a rope to you, running off like that.”
Beasly came ambling in.
“That chuck is a friendly cuss,” he announced. “He is waiting for someone.”
“That’s nice,” said Taine, paying no attention.
He glanced at the clock.
“It’s seven thirty,” he said. “We can catch the news. You want to get it, Beasly?”
“Sure. I know right where to get it. That fellow from New York.”
“That’s the one,” said Taine.
He walked into the living room and looked out the window. The man-size chuck had not moved. He was sitting with his back to the house, looking back the way he’d come.
Waiting for someone, Beasly had said, and it looked as if he might be, but probably it was all just in Beasly’s head.
And if he were waiting for someone, Taine wondered, who might that someone be? What might that someone be? Certainly by now the word had spread out there that there was a door into another world. And how many doors, he wondered, had been opened through the ages?
Henry had said that there was a big new world out there waiting for Earthmen to move in. And that wasn’t it at all. It was the other way around.
The voice of the news commentator came blasting from the radio in the middle of a sentence:
“… Finally got into the act. Radio Moscow said this evening that the Soviet delegate will make representations in the U.N. tomorrow for the internationalization of this other world and the gateway to it.
“From that gateway itself, the home of a man named Hiram Taine, there is no news. Complete security had been clamped down and a cordon of troops form a solid wall around the house, holding back the crowds. Attempts to telephone the residence are blocked by a curt voice which says that no calls are being accepted for that number. And Taine himself has not stepped from the house.”
Taine walked back into the kitchen and sat down.
“He’s talking about you,” Beasly said importantly.
“Rumor circulated this morning that Taine, a quiet village repair man and dealer in antiques, and until yesterday a relative unknown, had finally returned from a trip which he made out into this new and unknown land. But what he found, if anything, no one yet can say. Nor is there any further information about this other place beyond the fact that it is a desert and, to the moment, lifeless.
“A small flurry of excitement was occasioned late yesterday by the finding of some strange object in the woods across the road from the residence, but this area likewise was swiftly cordoned off and to the moment Colonel Ryan, who commands the troops, will say nothing of what actually was found.
“Mystery man of the entire situation is one Henry Horton, who seems to be the only unofficial person to have entry to the Taine house. Horton, questioned earlier today, had little to say, but managed to suggest an air of great conspiracy. He hinted he and Taine were partners in some mysterious venture and left hanging in midair the half impression that he and Taine had collaborated in opening the new world.
“Horton, it is interesting to note, operates a small computer plant and it is understood on good authority that only recently he delivered a computer to Taine, or at least some sort of machine to which considerable mystery is attached. One story is that this particular machine had been in the process of development for six or seven years.
“Some of the answers to the matter of how all this did happen and what actually did happen must wait upon the findings of a team of scientists who left Washington this evening after an all-day conference at the White House, which was attended by representatives from the military, the state department, the security division and the special weapons section.
“Throughout the world the impact of what happened yesterday at Willow Bend can only be compared to the sensation of the news, almost twenty years ago, of the dropping of the first atomic bomb. There is some tendency among many observers to believe that the implications of Willow Bend, in fact, may be even more Earth-shaking than were those of Hiroshima.
“Washington insists, as is only natural, that this matter is of internal concern only and that it intends to handle the situation as it best affects the national welfare.
“But abroad there is a rising storm of insistence that this is not a matter of national policy concerning one nation, but that it necessarily must be a matter of worldwide concern.
“There is an unconfirmed report that a U.N. observer will arrive in Willow Bend almost momentarily. France, Britain, Bolivia, Mexico and India have already requested permission of Washington to send observers to the scene and other nations undoubtedly plan to file similar requests.
“The world sits on edge tonight, waiting for the word from Willow Bend and –”
Taine reached out and clicked the radio to silence.
“From the sound of it,” said Beasly, “we are going to be overrun by a batch of foreigners.”
Yes, thought Taine, there might be a batch of foreigners, but not exactly in the sense that Beasly meant. The use of the word, he told himself, so far as any human was concerned, must be outdated now. No man of Earth ever again could be called a foreigner with alien life next door – literally next door. What were the people of the stone house?
And perhaps not the alien life of one planet only, but the alien life of many. For he himself had found another door into yet another planet and there might be many more such doors and what would these other worlds be like, and what was the purpose of the doors?
Someone, something, had found a way of going to another planet short of spanning light-years of lonely space – a simpler and a shorter way than flying through the gulfs of space. And once the way was open, then the way stayed open and it was as easy as walking from one room to another.
But one thing – one ridiculous thing – kept puzzling him and that was the spinning and the movement of the connected planets, of all the planets that must be linked together. You could not, he argued, establish solid, factual links between two objects that move independently of one another.
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 woodchuck 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 beginning – that a man and an alien creature from this other world should sit down companionably together.
He tried to envision the setup of these linked worlds, of which Earth was now 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 planned and executed with the smoothness of long practice. This was not the first world to be opened and it would not be the last.
The little ratlike things had spanned space – how many light-years of space one could not even guess – in the vehicle which he had unearthed out in the woods. They then had buried it, perhaps as a child might hide a dish by shoving it into a pile of sand. Then they had come to this very house and had set up the apparatus that had made this house a tunnel between one world and another. And once that had been done, the need of crossing space had been canceled out forever. There need be but one crossing and that one crossing would serve to link the planets.
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 rat-like 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 Earth-like 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 nee
ded to build their apparatus so easily and so quickly? For there was no doubt that they had cannibalized the computer to get the equipment they needed. In that, at least, Henry had been right. Thinking back on it, Henry, after all, had played quite a part in it.
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.”
“Told you!”
“I told you we been talking. There, I can see them too.”
And so could Taine.
They were far off, but they were coming fast – three dots that rode rapidly up out of the desert.
He sat and watched them come and he thought of going in to get the rifle, but he didn’t stir from his seat upon the steps. The rifle would do no good, he told himself. It would be a senseless thing to get it; more than that, a senseless attitude. The least that Man could do, he thought, was to meet these creatures of another world with clean and empty hands.
They were closer now and it seemed to him that they were sitting in invisible easy-chairs that traveled very fast.
He saw that they were humanoid, to a degree at least, and there were only three of them.
They came in with a rush and stopped very suddenly a hundred feet or so from where he sat upon the steps.
He didn’t move or say a word – there was nothing he could say. It was too ridiculous.
They were, perhaps, a little smaller than himself, and black as the ace of spades, and they wore skintight shorts and vests that were somewhat oversize and both the shorts and vests were the blue of April skies.
But that was not the worst of it.
They sat on saddles, with horns in front and stirrups and a sort of bedroll tied on the back, but they had no horses.