"Mailsh Heelbare, if there is no Dark Place where do the Sky Fire and the Always-Same go when they are not in the sky?"

"They never leave the sky; the World is round, and there is sky everywhere around it."

They knew that, or had at least heard it, since the Terrans had come.

They just couldn"t believe it. It was against common sense. The oldest shoonoo said as much, and more:

"These young ones who have gone to the Terran schools have come to the villages with such tales, but who listens to them? They show disrespect for the chiefs and the elders, and even for the shoonoon. They mock at the Grandfather-stories. They say men should do women"s work and women do no work at all. They break taboos, and cause trouble. They are fools."

"Am I a fool, Grandfather? Do I mock at the old stories, or show disrespect to elders and shoonoon? Yet I, Mailsh Heelbare, tell you this. The World is indeed round, and I will show you."

The shoonoo looked contemptuously at the globe. "I have seen those things," he said. "That is not the World; that is only a make-like." He held up his phallic wood-carving. "I could say that this is a make-like of the World, but that would not make it so."

"I will show you for real. We will all go in a ship." He looked at his watch. "The Sky Fire is about to set. We will follow it all around the world to the west, and come back here from the east, and the Sky Fire will still be setting when we return. If I show you that, will you believe me?"

"If you show us for real, and it is not a trick, we will have to believe you."

When they emerged from the escalators, Alpha was just touching the western horizon, and Beta was a little past zenith. The ship was moored on contragravity beside the landing stage, her gangplank run out. The shoonoon, who had gone up ahead, had all stopped short and were staring at her; then they began gabbling among themselves, overcome by the wonder of being about to board such a monster and ride on her. She was the biggest ship any of them had ever seen. Maybe a few of them had been on small freighters; many of them had never been off the ground. They didn"t look or act like cynical charlatans or implacable enemies of progress and enlightenment. They were more like a lot of schoolboys whose teacher is taking them on a surprise outing.

"Bet this"ll be the biggest day in their lives," Travis said.

"Oh, sure. This"ll be a grandfather-story ten generations from now."

"I can"t get over the way they made up their minds, down there," Edith Shaw was saying. "Why, they just went and talked for a few minutes and came back with a decision."

They hadn"t any organization, or any place to maintain on an organizational pecking-order. n.o.body was obliged to attack anybody else"s proposition in order to keep up his own status. He thought of the Colonial Government taking ten years not to build those storm-shelters.

Foxx Travis was commenting on the ship, now:

"I never saw that ship before; didn"t know there was anything like that on the planet. Why, you could lift a whole regiment, with supplies and equipment--"

"She"s been laid up for the last five years, since the heat and the native troubles stopped the tourist business here. She"s the old _Hesperus_. Excursion craft. This sun-chasing trip we"re going to make used to be a must for tourists here."

"I thought she was something like that, with all the gla.s.sed observation deck forward. Who"s the owner?"

"Kwannon Air Transport, Ltd. I told them what I needed her for, and they made her available and furnished officers and crew and provisions for the trip. They were working to put her in commission while we were fitting up the fourth and fifth floors, downstairs."

"You just asked for that ship, and they just let you have it?" Edith Shaw was incredulous and shocked. They wouldn"t have done that for the Government.

"They want to see these native troubles stopped, too. Bad for business.

You know; selfish profit-move. That"s another social force it"s a good idea to work with instead of against."

The shoonoon were getting aboard, now, shepherded by the K.N.I. officer and a couple of his men and some of the ship"s crew. A couple of sepoys were lugging the big globe that had been brought up from below after them. Everybody a.s.sembled on the forward top observation deck, and Miles called for attention and, finally, got it. He pointed out the three viewscreens mounted below the bridge, amidships. One on the left, was tuned to a pickup on the top of the Air Terminal tower, where the Terran city, the military reservation and the s.p.a.ceport met. It showed the view to the west, with Alpha on the horizon. The one on the right, from the same point, gave a view in the opposite direction, to the east. The middle screen presented a magnified view of the navigational globe on the bridge.

Viewscreens were no novelty to the shoonoon. They were a very familiar type of oomphel. He didn"t even need to do more than tell them that the little spot of light on the globe would show the position of the ship.

When he was sure that they understood that they could see what was happening in Bluelake while they were away, he called the bridge and ordered Up Ship, telling the officer on duty to hold her at five thousand feet.

The ship rose slowly, turning toward the setting M-giant. Somebody called attention that the views in the screens weren"t changing.

Somebody else said:

"Of course not. What we see for real changes because the ship is moving.

What we see in the screens is what the oomphel on the big building sees, and it does not move. That is for real as the oomphel sees it."

"Nice going," Edith said. "Your cla.s.s has just discovered relativity."

Travis was looking at the eastward viewscreen. He stepped over beside Miles and lowered his voice.

"Trouble over there to the east of town. Big swarm of combat contragravity working on something on the ground. And something"s on fire, too."

"I see it."

"That"s where those evacuees are camped. Why in blazes they had to bring them here to Bluelake--"

That had been EETA, too. When the solar tides had gotten high enough to flood the coastal area, the natives who had been evacuated from the district had been brought here because the Native Education people wanted them exposed to urban influences. About half of the shoonoon who had been rounded up locally had come in from the tide-inundated area.

"Parked right in the middle of the Terran-type food production area,"

Travis was continuing.

That was worrying him. Maybe he wasn"t used to planets where the biochemistry wasn"t Terra-type and a Terran would be poisoned or, at best, starve to death, on the local food; maybe, as a soldier he knew how fragile even the best logistics system can be. It was something to worry about. Travis excused himself and went off in the direction of the bridge. Going to call HQ and find out what was happening.

Excitement among the shoonoon; they had spotted the ship on which they were riding in the westward screen. They watched it until it had vanished from "sight of the seeing-oomphel," and by then were over the upland forests from whence they had been brought to Bluelake. Now and then one of them would identify his own village, and that would start more excitement.

Three infantry troop-carriers and a squadron of air cavalry were rushing past the eastward pickup in the right hand screen; another fire had started in the trouble area.

The crowd that had gathered around the globe that had been brought aboard began calling for Mailsh Heelbare to show them how they would go around the world and what countries they would pa.s.s over. Edith accompanied him and listened while he talked to them. She was bubbling with happy excitement, now. It had just dawned on her that shoonoon were fun.

None of them had ever seen the mountains along the western side of the continent except from a great distance. Now they were pa.s.sing over them; the ship had to gain alt.i.tude and even then make a detour around one snow-capped peak. The whole hundred and eighty-four rushed to the starboard side to watch it as they pa.s.sed. The ocean, half an hour later, started a rush forward. The score or so of them from the Tidewater knew what an ocean was, but none of them had known that there was another one to the west. Miles" view of the education program of the EETA, never bright at best, became even dimmer. _The young men who have gone to the Terran schools ... who listens to them? They are fools._

There were a few islands off the coast; the shoonoon identified them on the screen globe, and on the one on deck. Some of them wanted to know why there wasn"t a spot of light on this globe, too. It didn"t have the oomphel inside to do that; that was a satisfactory explanation. Edith started to explain about the orbital beacon-stations off-planet and the radio beams, and then stopped.

"I"m sorry; I"m not supposed to say anything to them," she apologized.

"Oh, that"s all right. I wouldn"t go into all that, though. We don"t want to overload them."

She asked permission, a little later, to explain why the triangle tip of the arctic continent, which had begun to edge into sight on the screen globe, couldn"t be seen from the ship. When he told her to go ahead, she got a platinum half-sol piece from her purse, held it on the globe from the cla.s.sroom and explained about the curvature and told them they could see nothing farther away than the circle the coin covered. It was beginning to look as though the psychological-warfare experiment might show another, unexpected, success.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

There was nothing, after the islands pa.s.sed, but a lot of empty water.

The shoonoon were getting hungry, but they refused to go below to eat.

They were afraid they might miss something. So their dinner was brought up on deck for them. Miles and Travis and Edith went to the officers"

dining room back of the bridge. Edith, by now, was even more excited than the shoonoon.

"They"re so anxious to learn!" She was having trouble adjusting to that; that was dead against EETA doctrine. "But why wouldn"t they listen to the teachers we sent to the villages?"

"You heard old Shatresh--the fellow with the p.o.r.nographic sculpture and the yellow robe. These young twerps act like fools, and sensible people don"t pay any attention to fools. What"s more, they"ve been sent out indoctrinated with the idea that shoonoon are a lot of lying old fakes, and the shoonoon resent that. You know, they"re not lying old fakes.

Within their limitations, they are honest and ethical professional people."

"Oh, come, now! I know, I think they"re sort of wonderful, but let"s don"t give them too much credit."