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ELEGY
By Charles Beaumont
[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Imagination Stories ofScience and Fantasy February 1953. Extensive research did not uncoverany evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
[Sidenote: It was an impossible situation: an asteroid in space where noasteroid should have been--with a city that could only have existed backon Earth!]
"Would you mind repeating that?"
"I said, sir, that Mr. Friden said, sir, that he sees a city."
"A city?"
"Yes sir."
Captain Webber rubbed the back of his hand along his cheek.
"You realize, of course, that that is impossible?"
"Yes sir."
"Send Mr. Friden in to see me, at once."
The young man saluted and rushed out of the room. He returned with asomewhat older man who wore spectacles and frowned.
"Now then," said Captain Webber, "what's all this Lieutenant Petersontells me about a city? Are you enjoying a private little joke, Friden?"
Mr. Friden shook his head emphatically. "No sir."
"Then perhaps you'd like to explain."
"Well, sir, you see, I was getting bored and just for something to do, Ithought I'd look through the screen--not that I dreamed of seeinganything. The instruments weren't adjusted, either; but there wassomething funny, something I couldn't make out exactly."
"Go on," said Captain Webber, patiently.
"So I fixed up the instruments and took another look, and there it was,sir, plain as could be!"
"There _what_ was?"
"The city, sir. Oh, I couldn't tell much about it, but there werehouses, all right, a lot of them."
"Houses, you say?"
"Yes sir, on an asteroid."
Captain Webber looked for a long moment at Mr. Friden and began to pacenervously.
"I take it you know what this might mean?"
"Yes sir, I do. That's why I wanted Lieutenant Peterson to tell youabout it."
"I believe, Friden, that before we do any more talking I'll see thiscity for myself."
* * * * *
Captain Webber, Lieutenant Peterson and Mr. Friden walked from the roomdown a long corridor and into a smaller room. Captain Webber put his eyeto a circular glass and tapped his foot.
He stepped back and rubbed his cheek again.
"Well, you were right. That _is_ a city--or else we've all gone crazy.Do you think that we have?"
"I don't know, sir. It's not impossible."
"Lieutenant, go ask Mr. Milton if he can land us on an asteroid. Givehim all the details and be back in ten minutes." Captain Webber sighed."Whatever it is," he said, "it will be a relief. Although I never made aspecial announcement, I suppose you knew that we were lost."
"Oh yes, sir."
"And that we ran almost entirely out of fuel several months ago, in factshortly after we left?"
"We knew that."
The men were silent.
"Sir, Mr. Milton says he thinks he can land us but he can't promiseexactly where."
"Tell Mr. Milton that's good enough."
Captain Webber waited for the young man to leave, then looked again intothe glass.
"What do you make of it, sir?"
"Not much, Friden, not much. It's a city and that's an asteroid; but howthe devil they got there is beyond me. I still haven't left the ideathat we're crazy, you know."
Mr. Friden looked.
"We're positioning to land. Strange--"
"What is it?"
"I can make things out a bit more clearly now, sir. Those are earthhouses."
Captain Webber looked. He blinked.
"Now, _that_," he said, "_is_ impossible. Look here, we've been floatingabout in space for--how long is it?"
"Three months, sir."
"Exactly. For three months we've been bobbling aimlessly, millions ofmiles from earth. No hope, no hope whatever. And now we're landing in acity just like the one we first left, or almost like it. Friden, I askyou, does that make any sense at all?"
"No, sir."
"And does it seem logical that there should be an asteroid where noasteroid should be?"
"It does not."
They stared at the glass, by turns.
"Do you see that, Friden?"
"I'm afraid so, sir."
"A lake. A lake and a house by it and trees ... tell me, how many of usare left?"
Mr. Friden held up his right hand and began unbending fingers.
"Yourself, sir, and myself; Lieutenant Peterson, Mr. Chitterwick, Mr.Goeblin, Mr. Milton and...."
"Great scott, out of thirty men?"
"You know how it was, sir. That business with the Martians and then, ourown difficulties--"
"Yes. Our own difficulties. Isn't it ironic, somehow, Friden? We bandtogether and fly away from war and, no sooner are we off the earth butwe begin other wars.... I've often felt that if Appleton hadn't been soaggressive with that gun we would never have been kicked off Mars. Andwhy did we have to laugh at them? Oh, I'm afraid I haven't been a verysuccessful captain."
"You're in a mood, sir."
"Am I? I suppose I am. Look! There's a farm, an actual farm!"
"Not really!"
"Why, I haven't seen one for twenty years."
The door flew open and Lieutenant Peterson came in, panting. "Mr. Miltonchecked off every instruction, sir, and we're going down now."
"He's sure there's enough fuel left for the brake?"
"He thinks so, sir."
"Lieutenant Peterson."
"Yes sir?"
"Come look into this glass, will you."
The young man looked.
"What do you see?"
"A lot of strange creatures, sir. Are they dangerous? Should we prepareour weapons?"
"How old are you, Lieutenant?"
"Nineteen, Captain Webber."
"You have just seen a herd of cows, for the most part--" Captain Webbersquinted and twirled knobs "--Holsteins."
"Holsteins, sir?"
"You may go. Oh, you might tell the others to prepare for a crashlanding. Straps and all that."
The young man smiled faintly and left.
"I'm a little frightened, Friden; I think I'll go to my cabin. Takecharge and have them wait for my orders."
Captain Webber saluted tiredly and walked back down the long corridor.He paused as the machines suddenly roared more life, rubbed his cheekand went into the small room.
"Cows," said Captain Webber bracing himself.
* * * * *
The fiery leg fell into the cool air, heating it, causing it to smoke;it burnt into the green grass and licked a craterous hole. There werefireflags and firesparks, hisses and explosions and the weary groaningsound of a great beast suddenly roused from sleep.
The rocket landed. It grumbled and muttered for a while on its finnytripod, then was silent; soon the heat vanished also.
"Are you all right, sir?"
"Yes. The rest?"
"All but Mr. Chitterwick. He broke his glasses and says he can't see."
Captain Webber swung himself erect and tested his limbs. "Well then,Lieutenant, has the atmosphere been checked?"
"The air is pure and fit to breathe, sir."
"Instruct the others to drop the ladder."
"Yes sir."
A door in the side of the rocket opened laboriously and men beganclimbing out: "Look!" said Mr. Milton, pointing. "There are trees andgrass and--over there, little bridges going over the water."
He pointed to a row of small
white houses with green gardens and stonypaths.
Beyond the trees was a brick lodge, extended over a rivulet which foamedand bubbled. Fishing poles protruded from the lodge window.
"And there, to the right!"
A steel building thirty stories high with a pink cloud near the top.And, separated by a hedge, a brown tent with a barbeque pit before it,smoke rising in a rigid ribbon from the chimney.
Mr. Chitterwick blinked and squinted his eyes. "What do you see?"
Distant and near, houses of stone and brick and wood, painted allcolors, small,