The Best of Stanley G. Weinbaum Part 4

They stretched up and up into the blackness of the roof, mysterious and gigantic. I couldn't make much of the first wall; it seemed to be a portrayal of a great a.s.sembly of Tweel's people. Perhaps it was meant to symbolize Society or Government. But the next wall was more obvious; it showed creatures at work on a colossal machine of some sort, and that would be Industry or Science. The back wall had corroded away in part, from what we could see, I suspected the scene was meant to portray Art, but it was on the fourth wall that we got a shock that nearly dazed us.

'I think the symbol was Exploration or Discovery. This wall was a little plainer, because the moving beam of daylight from that crack lit up the higher surface and Tweel's torch illuminated the lower. We made out a giant seated figure, one of the beaked Martians like Tweel, but with every limb suggesting heaviness, weariness. The arms dropped inertly on the chair, the thin neck bent and the beak rested on the body, as if the creature could scarcely bear its own weight. And before it was a queer kneeling figure, and at sight of it, Leroy and I almost reeled against each other. It was, apparently, a man!'

'A man!' bellowed Harrison. 'A man you say?'

'I said apparently,' retorted Jarvis. 'The artist had exaggerated the nose almost to the length of Tweel's beak, but the figure had black shoulder-length hair, and instead of the Martian four, there were five fingers on its outstretched hand! It was kneeling as if in worship of the Martian, and on the ground was what looked like a pottery bowl full of some food as an offering. Well! Leroy and I thought we'd gone screwy!'

'And Putz and I think so, too!' roared the captain.

'Maybe we all have,' replied Jarvis, with a faint grin at the pale face of the little Frenchman, who returned it in silence. 'Anyway,' he continued, 'Tweel was squeaking and pointing at the figure, and saying 'Tick! Tick!' so he recognized the resemblance - and never mind any cracks about my nose!' he warned the captain. 'It was Leroy who made the important comment; he looked at the Martian and said 'Thoth!

The G.o.d Thoth!'

'Oui!' confirmed the biologist. 'Comme l'Egypte!'

'Yeah,' said Jarvis. 'Like the Egyptian ibis-headed G.o.d - the one with the beak. Well, no sooner did Tweel hear the name Thoth than he set up a clamor of twittering and squeaking. He pointed at himself and said 'Thoth! Thoth!' and then waved his arm all around and repeated it. Of course he often did queer things, but we both thought we understood what he meant. He was trying to tell us that his race called themselves Thoth. Do you see what I'm getting at?'

'I see, all right,' said Harrison. 'You think the Martians paid a visit to the earth, and the Egyptians remembered it in their mythology. Well, you're off, then; there wasn't any Egyptian civilization fifteen thousand years ago.'

'Wrong!' grinned Jarvis. 'It's too bad we haven't an archeologist with us, but Leroy tells me that there was a stone-age culture in Egypt then, the pre-dynastic civilization.'

'Well, even so, what of it?'

'Plenty! Everything in that picture proves my point. The att.i.tude of the Martian, heavy and weary - that's the unnatural strain of terrestrial gravitation. The name Thoth; Leroy tells me Thoth was the Egyptian G.o.d of philosophy and the inventor of writing! Get that? They must have picked up the idea from watching the Martian take notes. It's too much for coincidence that Thoth should be beaked and ibis-headed, and that the beaked Martians call themselves Thoth.'

'Well, I'll be hanged! But what about the nose on the Egyptian? Do you mean to tell me that stone-age Egyptians had longer noses than ordinary men?'

'Of course not! It's just that the Martians very naturally cast their paintings in Martianized form. Don't human beings tend to relate everything to themselves? That's why dugongs and manatees started the mermaid myths - sailors thought they saw human features on the beasts. So the Martian artist, drawing either from descriptions or imperfect photographs, naturally exaggerated the size of the human nose to adegree that looked normal to him. Or anyway, that's my theory.'

'Well, it'll do as a theory,' grunted Harrison. 'What I want to hear is why you two got back here looking like a couple of year-before-last bird's nests.'

Jarvis shuddered again, and cast another glance at Leroy. The little biologist was recovering some of his accustomed poise, but he returned the glance with an echo of the chemist's shudder.

'We'll get to that,' resumed the latter. 'Meanwhile I'll stick to Tweel and his people. We spent the better part of three days with them, as you know. I can't give every detail, but I'll summarize the important facts and give our conclusions, which may not be worth an inflated franc. It's hard to judge this dried-up world by earthly standards.

'We took pictures of everything possible; I even tried to photograph that gigantic mural in the library, but unless Tweel's lamp was unusually rich in actinic rays, I don't suppose it'll show. And that's a pity, since it's undoubtedly the most interesting object we've found on Mars, at least from a human viewpoint.

'Tweel was a very courteous host. He took us to all the points of interest - even the new water-works.'

Putz's eyes brightened at the word. 'Vater-vorks?' he echoed. 'For vot?'

'For the ca.n.a.l, naturally. They have to build up a head of water to drive it through; that's obvious.' He looked at the captain. 'You told me yourself that to drive water from the polar caps of Mars to the equator was equivalent to forcing it up a twenty-mile hill, because Mars is flattened at the poles and bulges at the equator just like the earth.'

'That's true,' agreed Harrison.

'Well,' resumed Jarvis, 'this city was one of the relay stations to boost the flow. Their power plant was the only one of the giant buildings that seemed to serve any useful purpose, and that was worth seeing. I wish you'd seen it, Karl; you'll have to make what you can from our pictures. It's a sunpower plant!'

Harrison and Putz stared. 'Sunpower!' grunted the captain. 'That's primitive!' And the engineer added an emphatic 'Ya!' of agreement.

'Not as primitive as all that,' corrected Jarvis. 'The sunlight focused on a queer cylinder in the center of a big concave mirror, and they drew an electric current from it. The juice worked the pumps.'

'A thermocouple' e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Putz.

'That sounds reasonable; you can judge by the pictures. But the power plant had some queer things about it. The queerest was that the machinery was tended, not by Tweel's people, but by some of the barrel-shaped creatures like the ones in Xanthus!' He gazed around at the faces of his auditors; there was no comment.

'Get it?' he resumed. At their silence, he proceeded, 'I see you don't. Leroy figured it out, but whether rightly or wrongly, I don't know. He thinks that the barrels and Tweel's race have a reciprocal arrangement like - well, like bees and flowers on earth. The flowers give honey for the bees; the bees carry the pollen for the flowers. See? The barrels tend the works and Tweel's people build the ca.n.a.l system. The Xanthus city must have been a boosting station; that explains the mysterious machines I saw.

And Leroy believes further that it isn't an intelligent arrangement - not on the part of the barrels, at least - but that it's been done for so many thousands of generations that it's become instinctive a tropism - just like the actions of ants and bees. The creatures have been bred to it!'

'Nuts!' observed Harrison. 'Let's hear you explain the reason for that big empty city, then.'

'Sure. Tweel's civilization is decadent, that's the reason. It's a dying race, and out of all the millions that must once have lived there, Tweel's couple of hundred companions are the remnant. They're an outpost, left to tend the source of the water at the polar cap; probably there are still a few respectable cities left somewhere on the ca.n.a.l system, most likely near the tropics. It's the last gasp of a race - and a race that reached a higher peak of culture than Man!'

'Huh?' said Harrison. 'Then why are they dying? Lack of water?'

'I don't think so,' responded the chemist. 'If my guess at the city's age is right, fifteen thousand years wouldn't make enough difference in the water supply - nor a hundred thousand for that matter. It's something else, though the water's doubtless a factor.''Das wa.s.ser,' cut in Putz. 'Vere goes dot?'

'Even a chemist knows that!' scoffed Jarvis. 'At least on earth. Here I'm not so sure, but on earth, every time there's a lightning flash, it electrolyzes some water vapor into hydrogen and oxygen, and then the hydrogen escapes into s.p.a.ce, because terrestrial gravitation won't hold it permanently. And every time there's an earthquake, some water is lost to the interior. Slow - but d.a.m.ned certain.' He turned to Harrison. 'Right, Cap?'

'Right,' conceded the captain. 'But here, of course - no earthquakes, no thunderstorms - the loss must be very slow. Then why is the race dying?'

'The sunpower plant answers that,' countered Jarvis. 'Lack of fuel! Lack of power! No oil left, no coal left - if Mars ever had a Carboniferous Age - and no water-power - just the driblets of energy they can get from the sun. That's why they're dying.'

'With the limitless energy of the atom?' exploded Harrison.

'They don't know about atomic energy. Probably never did. Must have used some other principle in their s.p.a.ce-ship.'

'Then,' snapped the captain, 'what makes you rate their intelligence above the human? We've finally cracked open the atom!'

'Sure we have. We had a clue, didn't we? Radium and uranium. Do you think we'd ever have learned how without those elements? We'd never even have suspected that atomic energy existed!'

'Well? Haven't they-'

'No, they haven't. You've told me yourself that Mars has only 73 percent of the earth's density. Even a chemist can see that that means a lack of heavy metals - no osmium, no uranium, no radium. They didn't have the clue.'

'Even so, that doesn't prove they're more advanced than we are. If they were more advanced, they'd have discovered it anyway.'

'Maybe,' conceded Jarvis. 'I'm not claiming that we don't surpa.s.s them in some ways. But in others, they're far ahead of us.'

'In what, for instance?'

'Well - Socially, for one thing.'

'Huh? How do you mean?'

Jarvis glanced in turn at each of the three that faced him. He hesitated. 'I wonder how you chaps will take this,' he muttered. 'Naturally, everybody likes his own system best.' He frowned. 'Look here - on the earth we have three types of society, haven't we? And there's a member of each type right here. Putz lives under a dictatorship - an autocracy. Leroy's a citizen of the Sixth Commune in France. Harrison and I are Americans, members of a democracy. There you are - autocracy, democracy, communism - the three types of terrestrial societies. Tweel's people have a different system from any of us.'

'Different? What is it?'

'The one no earthly nation has tried. Anarchy!'

'Anarchy!' the captain and Putz burst out together.

'That's right.'

'But-' Harrison was sputtering. 'What do you mean, they're ahead of us? Anarchy! Bah!'

'All right - bah!' retorted Jarvis. 'I'm not saying it would work for us, or for any race of men. But it works for them.'

'But - anarchy!' The captain was indignant.

'Well, when you come right down to it,' argued Jarvis defensively, 'anarchy is the ideal form of government, if it works. Emerson said that the best government was that which governs least, and so did Wendell Phillips, and I think George Washington. And you can't have any form of government which governs less than anarchy, which is no government at all!'

The captain was sputtering. 'But - it's unnatural! Even savage tribes have their chiefs! Even a pack of wolves has its leader!'

'Well,' retorted Jarvis defiantly, 'that only proves that government is a primitive device, doesn't it?

With a perfect race you wouldn't need it at all; government is a confession of weakness, isn't it? It's aconfession that part of the people won't cooperate with the rest and that you need laws to restrain those individuals which a psychologist calls anti-social. If there were no anti-social persons - criminals and such - you wouldn't need laws or police, would you?'

'But government! You'd need government How about public works - wars - taxes?'

'No wars on Mars, in spite of being named after the War G.o.d. No point in wars here; the population is too thin and too scattered, and besides, it takes the help of every single community to keep the ca.n.a.l system functioning. No taxes because apparently all individuals cooperate in building public works. No compet.i.tion to cause trouble, because anybody can help himself to anything. As I said, with a perfect race government is entirely unnecessary.'

'And do you consider the Martians a perfect race?' asked the captain grimly.

'Not at all! But they've existed so much longer than man that they're evolved, socially at least, to the point where they don't need government. They work together, that's all.' Jarvis paused. 'Queer, isn't it - as if Mother Nature were carrying on two experiments, one at home and one on Mars. On earth it's the trial of an emotional, highly compet.i.tive race in a world of plenty; here it's the trial of a quiet, friendly race on a desert, unproductive, and inhospitable world. Everything here makes for cooperation. Why, there isn't even the factor that causes so much trouble at home - s.e.x!'

'Huh?'

'Yeah: Tweel's people reproduce just like the barrels in the mud cities; two individuals grow a third one between them. Another proof of Leroy's theory that Martian life is neither animal nor vegetable.

Besides, Tweel was a good enough host to let him poke down his beak and twiddle his feathers, and the examination convinced Leroy.'

'Oui,' confirmed the biologist. 'It is true.'

'But anarchy!' grumbled Harrison disgustedly. 'It would show up on a dizzy, half-dead pill like Mars!'

'It'll be a good many centuries before you'll have to worry about it on earth,' grinned Jarvis. He resumed his narrative.

'Well, we wandered through that sepulchral city, taking pictures of everything. And then-' Jarvis paused and shuddered-'then I took a notion to have a look at that valley we'd spotted from the rocket. I don't know why. But when we tried to steer Tweel in that direction, he set up such a squawking and screeching that I thought he'd gone batty.'

'If possible!' jeered Harrison.

'So we started over there without him; he kept wailing and screaming, 'No - no - no! Tick!' but that made us the more curious. He sailed over our heads and stuck on his beak, and went through a dozen other antics, but we ploughed on, and finally he gave up and trudged disconsolately along with us.

'The valley wasn't more than a mile southeast of the city. Tweel could have covered the distance in twenty jumps, but he lagged and loitered and kept pointing back at the city and wailing 'No - no - no!'

Then he'd sail up into the air and zip down on his beak directly in front of us, and we'd have to walk around him. I'd seen him do lots of crazy things before, of course; I was used to them, but it was as plain as print that he didn't want us to see that valley.'

'Why?' queried Harrison.

'You asked why we came back like tramps,' said Jarvis with a faint shudder. 'You'll learn. We plugged along up a low rocky hill that bounded it, and as we neared the top, Tweel said, 'No breet, Tick!

No breet!' Well, those were the words he used to describe the silicon monster; they were also the words he had used to tell me that the image of Fancy Long, the one that had almost lured me to the dream-beast, wasn't real. I remembered that, but it meant nothing to me then!

'Right after that, Tweel said, 'You one - one - two, he one - one - two,' and then I began to see. That was the phrase he had used to explain the dream-beast to tell me that what I thought, the creature thought - to tell me how the thing lured its victims by their own desires. So I warned Leroy; it seemed to me that even the dream-beast couldn't be dangerous if we were warned and expecting it. Well, I was wrong!

'As we reached the crest, Tweel spun his head completely around, so his feet were forward but his eyes looked backward, as if he feared to gaze into the valley. Leroy and I stared out over it, just a graywaste like this around us, with the gleam of the south polar cap far beyond its southern rim. That's what it was one second; the next it was - Paradise!'

'What?' exclaimed the captain.

Jarvis turned to Leroy. 'Can you describe it?' he asked.

The biologist waved helpless hands, 'C'est impossible!' he whispered. 'Il me rend muet!'

'It strikes me dumb, too,' muttered Jarvis. 'I don't know how to tell it; I'm a chemist, not a poet.

Paradise is as good a word as I can think of, and that's not at all right. It was Paradise and h.e.l.l in one!'

'Will you talk sense?' growled Harrison.

'As much of it as makes sense. I tell you, one moment we were looking at a gray valley covered with blobby plants, and the next - Lord! You can't imagine that next moment! How I would you like to see all your dreams made real? Every desire you'd ever had gratified? Everything you'd ever wanted there for the taking?'

'I'd like it fine!' said the captain.

'You're welcome, then! - not only your n.o.ble desires, remember! Every good impulse, yes - but also every nasty little wish, every vicious thought, everything you'd ever desired, good or bad! The dream-beasts are marvelous salesmen, but they lack the moral sense!'

'The dream-beasts?'

'Yes. It was a valley of them. Hundreds, I suppose, maybe thousands. Enough, at any rate, to spread out a complete picture of your desires, even all the forgotten ones that must have been out of the subconscious. A Paradise - of sorts. I saw a dozen Fancy Longs, in every costume I'd ever admired on her, and some I must have imagined. I saw every beautiful woman I've ever known, and all of them pleading for my attention. I saw every lovely place I'd ever wanted to be, all packed queerly into that little valley. And I saw other things.' He shook his head soberly. 'It wasn't all exactly pretty. Lord! How much of the beast is left in us! I suppose if every man alive could have one look at that weird valley, and could see just once what nastiness is hidden in him - well, the world might gain by it. I thanked heaven afterwards that Leroy - and even Tweel - saw their own pictures and not mine!'

Jarvis paused again, then resumed, 'I turned dizzy with a sort of ecstasy. I closed my eyes - and with eyes closed, I still saw the whole thing! That beautiful, evil, devilish panorama was in my mind, not my eyes. That's how those fiends work - through the mind. I knew it was the dream-beasts; I didn't need Tweel's wail of 'No breet!' No breet!' But - I couldn't keep away! I knew it was death beckoning, but it was worth it for one moment with the vision.'

'Which particular vision?' asked Harrison dryly.

Jarvis flushed. 'No matter,' he said. 'But beside me I heard Leroy's cry of 'Yvonne! Yvonne!' and I knew he was trapped like myself. I fought for sanity; I kept telling myself to stop, and all the time I was rushing headlong into the snare!

'Then something tripped me. Tweel! He had come leaping from behind; as I crashed down I saw him flash over me straight toward - toward what I'd been running to, with his vicious beak pointed right at her heart!'

'Oh!' nodded the captain. 'Her heart!'

'Never mind that. When I scrambled up, that particular image was gone, and Tweel was in a twist of black ropey arms, just as when I first saw him. He'd missed a vital point in the beast's anatomy, but was jabbing away desperately with his beak.

'Somehow, the spell had lifted, or partially lifted. I wasn't five feet from Tweel, and it took a terrific struggle, but I managed to raise my revolver and put a Boland sh.e.l.l into the beast. Out came a spurt of horrible black corruption, drenching Tweel and me - and I guess the sickening smell of it helped to destroy the illusion of that valley of beauty. Anyway, we managed to get Leroy away from the devil that had him, and the three of us staggered to the ridge and over. I had presence of mind enough to raise my camera over the crest and take a shot of the valley, but I'll bet it shows nothing but gray waste and writhing horrors. What we saw was with our minds, not our eyes.'

Jarvis paused and shuddered. 'The brute half poisoned Leroy,' he continued. 'We dragged ourselves back to the auxiliary, called you, and did what we could to treat ourselves. Leroy took a long dose of thecognac that we had with us; we didn't dare try anything of Tweel's because his metabolism is so different from ours that what cured him might kill us. But the cognac seemed to work, and so, after I'd done one other thing I wanted to do, we came back here - and that's all.'

'All, is it?' queried Harrison. 'So you've solved all the mysteries of Mars, eh?'