'Good-bye, Mr. Millen.' The portal slid shut.
The whole visit seemed innocent enough, but she could not help feeling that something more, something unspoken, lay behind it. After all this time, why had he come? Why now? Furthermore, something he said sounded suspicious to her. What was it?
She hoped she had not given Spence's secret away. Perhaps she was just being overly protective. Perhaps Spence had resolved his problem as he hoped he would and wanted to let her know. He would have sent his cadet with a message. It was plausible enough.
Then why couldn't she accept it? Surely, there was something more here than simple female vanity. Ari had had the impression that when Spence decided to break silence she would be the first one he contacted. She felt betrayed, but told herself she was just being silly. Beside, she should be happy that he was all right.
But was he all right? Why did she question it? The thought nagged at her the rest of the day, whereupon she decided that since she had no reason to doubt the sincerity of the young man or his message she should forget it. …
SPENCE VIEWED HIS SURROUNDINGS with a kind of groggy half-awareness, as if he had been drugged and then beaten senseless and left in a congealing heap. What or who had done the beating he did not recall. Assuredly it had been something large and mechanical; perhaps he had mixed it up with a shuttle scrubber.
Oddly, he felt no pain; in fact, he felt nothing at all. It seemed as if he had been disconnected from his body and hovered somewhere very close to it, but far enough away not to have to share its misery. A thin, gauzy veil separated him from his senses, as if he were visiting a sick friend for whom he had only slightly more than the usual amount of empathy. The sensations he felt seemed more properly to belong to someone else. He was more than happy to let them go; they had not held particularly pleasant associations.
A sound like a crystal chime reached his ears and he felt himself enveloped in a snowy white cloud which shut out all sight, all sound, all thought. He knew himself to be conscious, but beyond that he had no thought at all-a state like sleep, only brilliantly light rather than dark.
He floated in this feathery state of unknowing for an eternity.
Then, tinning in the distance far away he heard the chime again, and the blazing white cloud which had held him for so long began to dissipate. He was back in the strange room again, covered with the filmy energy tent. Spence glanced down at his side and saw that the needles were gone and all that remained of his vaguely remembered injury was a rosy pink scar along his ribs.
He looked around the oval-shaped room for his surface suit, but could not see it anywhere. Only then did the full impact of what had happened break in on him. He had been carried to this place, ministered over, and nursed back to health. The dreams of his delirium had not been dreams at all. The creature from the growing-machine had cared for him.
He lifted the clinging web and was about to stir from the nest where he lay when he glanced up and saw a humanoid well over two meters tall watching him from a doorway. The thing gazed at him steadily with keen interest, its long, triple-jointed arms crossed over its narrow chest.
Spence recognized the golden, finely pebble-grained skin, the huge yellow eyes, and the elongated body as the being from his dreams. He felt no fear of the creature, only amazement that this meeting should actually be taking place.
The creature, clothed in a loose-fitting garment of a sandy color that glinted in the light, came to him in graceful strides. It stood towering over him, its eyes burning as if it would devour him with its hungry look. Spence realized he was looking into the face of a Martian.
Feeling a little like a character out of a corny old science-fiction movie, he raised his hand in greeting.
The Martian opened his wide, thin-lipped mouth and a sound like a sustained and fluid chirp issued forth. Ringing, reverberating, the liquid tones reminded him of a treeful of nightingales breaking into song at once.
The Martian stared at him, expecting some kind of response. But before he could think of a suitable reply the Martian, still staring intensely, made some physical adjustment in its speech organs and then said, in a voice that trilled like bubbling water, 'Who are you? Why have you come?'
Spence passed a hand before his eyes in disbelief. When he looked again the being still loomed over him, its spare features almost sparkling with fierce intensity. He decided that the harsh, reptilian quality of the Martian's aspect was due to the fact that it had no hair, that the face, with its thin, almost nonexistent nose, was dominated by the huge brilliant eyes. Also, he saw a narrow double row of gill slits along either side of the Martian's exposed chest.
They stared at one another for several minutes before Spence, realizing he had not answered, managed to croak out, 'I am Spencer Reston. I am from Earth.' He had almost forgotten how to speak.
The Martian then turned with a dry rustle of his clothing and scooped something off a nearby pedestal table. He turned back and held out the flat, ovoid object. Spence took it and looked at it and saw that it was a three- dimensional photograph of astonishing depth and clarity. It showed a grouping of stars as viewed from ground level; low brown hills showed on the horizon. It could have been any grouping of stars in the galaxy, but Spence guessed it was a constellation viewed from Mars. Still, it meant nothing to him. He shrugged and handed the object back.
The alien did not take it but pushed it at him once more and when Spence looked the picture had changed to another scene; this one he recognized easily. In remarkably vivid holographics – so lifelike it was as if he held a window which opened onto the universe-he saw the Sol system.
He nodded enthusiastically and pointed to the third planet from the sun. 'Earth,' he explained as he might to a dull-witted child. Immediately the scene shifted once more and he was peering at Earth's great blue globe with its swirls of frilly white cloud encircling it.
The alien loosed a low whistling word which rose at the end; then with but a moment's pause said, 'Earth.'
Spence realized he had just received his first lesson in Martian. He was mystified.
'Who are you? How do you know my language?' he asked slowly.
'I am Kyr. I have… assimilated,' the word rolled out oddly, -your language skills while you were healing. I hope this causes you no anxiety. It is easier.'
The creature, as alien as anything Spence could have imagined-not so much in appearance as in character and bearing – stood conversing with him like a native. It passed all comprehension.
'You saved me. Why?'
'Life is precious and must be conserved. You had nearly ceased to be.'
'Thank you. I am grateful.' He hoped the alien understood him well enough, for he meant it sincerely. 'Are there more like you?'
The Martian reflected for a moment and something like a smile flitted across the thin lips. 'Yes. Many seedings by now.'
The creature-for some reason Spence considered it a male creature-allowed that this was not what Spence wanted to know. 'But that is not what you asked. You wished to know if there are more of my kind here now. No, not for many Earth years. I am the only one. I am the last.'
'Why? Where are they? Where did they go?' There were so many questions he wanted to ask, they gushed like a fountain into his mind; he could not ask them all at once.
The alien handed him the picture generator and Spence saw a bright array of stars slanting across the center of the field. It could have been the further rim of the spiraling Milky Way galaxy.
'To other stars?'
'Yes.' The Martian nodded.
'Why?'
'Ovs could no longer support her people. Our atmosphere shrank, the waters dried up. To survive we built the underground cities and then, when we became skilled enough to venture to nearby stars, we left in search of other worlds.'
'Migrated to the stars… but why? What caused your atmosphere to change?'
Kyr indicated the picture device and Spence saw once more the solar system he had seen before, but on a closer inspection he saw that it contained ten planets orbiting the sun in orderly fashion, rather than the nine he knew.
'Our neighbor, Res, was struck by a large mass that passed close by Earth and Ovs, causing disturbances in
