Part 6 (1/2)
That was a stunning shock; but it was eclipsed by another.
”I am sorry, Master Hilton,” Laro's tremendous ba.s.s voice boomed out, ”that it has taken us so long to learn your Masters' language as it now is. Since you left us you have changed it radically; while we, of course, have not changed it at all.”
”I'm sorry, but you're mistaken,” Hilton said. ”We are merely visitors.
We have never been here before; nor, as far as we know, were any of our ancestors ever here.”
”You need not test us, Master. We have kept your trust. Everything has been kept, changelessly the same, awaiting your return as you ordered so long ago.”
”Can you read my mind?” Hilton demanded.
”Of course; but Omans can not read in Masters' minds anything except what Masters want Omans to read.”
”Omans?” Harkins asked. ”Where did you Omans and your masters come from?
Originally?”
”As you know, Master, the Masters came originally from Arth. They populated Ardu, where we Omans were developed. When the Stretts drove us from Ardu, we all came to Ardry, which was your home world until you left it in our care. We keep also this, your half of the Fuel World, in trust for you.”
”Listen, Jarve!” Harkins said, tensely. ”Oman-human. Arth-Earth.
Ardu-Earth Two. Ardry-Earth Three. You can't laugh them off ... but there never _was_ an Atlantis!”
”This is getting no better fast. We need a full staff meeting. You, too, Sawtelle, and your best man. We need all the brains the _Perseus_ can muster.”
”You're right. But first, get those naked women out of here. It's bad enough, having women aboard at all, but this ... my men are _s.p.a.cemen_, mister.”
Laro spoke up. ”If it is the Masters' pleasure to keep on testing us, so be it. We have forgotten nothing. A dwelling awaits each Master, in which each will be served by Omans who will know the Master's desires without being told. Every desire. While we Omans have no biological urges, we are of course highly skilled in relieving tensions and derive as much pleasure from that service as from any other.”
Sawtelle broke the silence that followed. ”Well, for the men--” He hesitated. ”Especially on the ground ... well, talking in mixed company, you know, but I think ...”
”Think nothing of the mixed company, Captain Sawtelle,” Sandra said. ”We women are scientists, not shrinking violets. We are accustomed to discussing the facts of life just as frankly as any other facts.”
Sawtelle jerked a thumb at Hilton, who followed him out into the corridor. ”I _have_ been a Navy mule,” he said. ”I admit now that I'm out-maneuvered, out-manned, and out-gunned.”
”I'm just as baffled--at present--as you are, sir. But my training has been aimed specifically at the unexpected, while yours has not.”
”That's letting me down easy, Jarve.” Sawtelle smiled--the first time the startled Hilton had known that the hard, tough old s.p.a.cehound _could_ smile. ”What I wanted to say is, lead on. I'll follow you through force-field and s.p.a.ce-warps.”
”Thanks, skipper. And by the way, I erased that record yesterday.” The two gripped hands; and there came into being a relations.h.i.+p that was to become a lifelong friends.h.i.+p.
”We will start for Ardry immediately,” Hilton said. ”How do we make that jump without charts, Laro?”
”Very easily, Master. Kedo, as Master Captain Sawtelle's Oman, will give the orders. Nito will serve Master Snowden and supply the knowledge he says he has forgotten.”
”Okay. We'll go up to the control room and get started.”
And in the control room, Kedo's voice rasped into the captain's microphone. ”Attention, all personnel! Master Captain Sawtelle orders take-off in two minutes. The countdown will begin at five seconds....
Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Lift!”