“If there are only two people here,” said Casper Craig, “then it may be that the rest of the world is not dangerous at all. It looked fertile wherever we scanned it, though not so fertile as this central bit. And those rocks would bear examining.”
“Flecked with gold, and possibly with something else,” said Stark. “A very promising site.”
“And everything grows here,” added Steiner. “Those are Earth-fruits and I never saw finer. I’ve tasted the grapes and plums and pears. The figs and dates are superb, the quince is as flavorsome as a quince can be, the cherries are excellent. And I never did taste such oranges. But I haven’t yet tried the—” and he stopped.
“If you’re thinking what I’m afraid to think,” said Gilbert, “then it will be the test at least: whether we’re having a pleasant dream or whether this is reality. Go ahead and eat one.”
“I won’t be the first to eat one. You eat.”
“Ask him first. You ask him.”
“Ha-Adamah, is it allowed to eat the apples?”
“Certainly. Eat. It is the finest fruit in the garden.”
“Well, the analogy breaks down there,” said Stark. “I was almost beginning to believe in the thing. But if it isn’t that, then what. Father Briton, you are the linguist, but in Hebrew does not Ha-Adamah and Hawwah mean—?”
“Of course they do. You know that as well as I.”
“I was never a believer. But would it be possible for the exact same proposition to maintain here as on Earth?”
“All things are possible.”
And it was then that Ha-Adamah, the shining man, gave a wild cry: “No, no. Do not approach it. It is not allowed to eat of that one!”
It was the pomegranate tree, and he was warning Langweilig away from it.
“Once more, Father,” said Stark, “you should be the authority; but does not the idea that it was the apple that was forbidden go back only to a medieval painting?”
“It does. The name of the fruit is not mentioned in Genesis. In Hebrew exegesis, however, the pomegranate is usually indicated.”
“I thought so. Question the man further, Father. This is too incredible.”
“It is a little odd. Adam, old man, how long have you been here?”
“Forever less six days is the answer that has been given to me. I never did understand the answer, however.”
“And have you gotten no older in all that time?”
“I do not understand what ‘older’ is. I am as I have been from the beginning.”
“And do you think that you will ever die?”
“To die I do not understand. I am taught that it is a property of fallen nature to die, and that does not pertain to me or mine.”
“And are you completely happy here?”
“Perfectly happy according to my preternatural state. But I am taught that it might be possible to lose that happiness, and then to seek it vainly through all the ages. I am taught that sickness and ageing and even death could come if this happiness were ever lost. I am taught that on at least one other unfortunate world it has actually been lost.”
“Do you consider yourself a knowledgeable man?”
“Yes, since I am the only man, and knowledge is natural to man. But I am further blessed. I have a preternatural intellect.”
Then Stark cut in once more: “There must be some one question you could ask him, Father. Some way to settle it. I am becoming nearly convinced.”
“Yes, there is a question that will settle it. Adam, old man, how about a game of checkers?”
“This is hardly the time for clowning,” said Stark.
“I’m not clowning, Captain. How about it, Adam? I’ll give you choice of colors and first move.”
“No. It would be no contest. I have a preternatural intellect.”
“Well, I beat a barber who was champion of Germantown. And I beat the champion of Morgan County, Tennessee, which is the hottest checker center on Earth. I’ve played against, and beaten, machines. But I never played a preternatural mind. Let’s just set up the board, Adam, and have a go at it.”
“No. It would be no contest. I would not like to humble you.”
They were there for three days. They were delighted with the place. It was a world with everything, and it seemed to have only two inhabitants. They went everywhere except into the big cave.
“What is there, Adam?” asked Captain Stark.
“The great serpent lives there. I would not disturb him. He has long been cranky because plans he had for us did not materialize. But we are taught that should ever evil come to us, which it cannot if we persevere, it will come by him.”
They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they left. And they talked of it as they took off.
“A crowd would laugh if told of it,” said Stark, “but not many would laugh if they had actually seen the place, or them. I am not a gullible man, but I am convinced of this: that this is a pristine and pure world and that ours and all the others we have visited are fallen worlds. Here are the prototypes of our first parents before their fall. They are garbed in light and innocence, and they have the happiness that we have been seeking for centuries. It would be a crime if anyone disturbed that happiness.”
“I too am convinced,” said Steiner. “It is Paradise itself, where the lion lies down with the lamb, and where the serpent has not prevailed. It would be the darkest of crimes if we or others should play the part of the serpent, and intrude and spoil.”
“I am probably the most skeptical man in the world,” said Casper Craig the tycoon, “but I do believe my eyes. I have been there and seen it.
