by Kir Bulychev
“You remember I told you to be ready for a special mission? Without the needles, we can’t even begin to think of it!”
So Alice had to go to the medical tent, bare her arm and let it be turned into a pincushion, swallow seven large tablets and drink down terribly salty drops for Cosa’s Palsy, a remarkable disease from which no one had gotten sick but which all the doctors thought was an immanent threat to her health.
Alice bravely endured all the inoculations because she believed Gromozeka. He would not have asked her to do this for no reason at all.
The last needles and tablets made Alice feel sick. Her body began to shiver, her head hurt and her teeth ached. But the doctor, who resembled a large garden watering can on legs, said that was to be expected and tomorrow the incapacity would pass. Alice was compelled to lay in the tent and there was nothing she could do while all the remaining archaeologists questioned Petrov for the rest of the day and poured over the photos.
9
It was the faithful Purr who brought Alice supper. He found it difficult to drag the tray the plates; the tray was bigger than he was. He had to use a powered wheelbarrow designed for his size to bring her lunch.
“Eat.” He said. “Or it will get cold.”
“I’m not at all hungry, Purr.” Alice said. “I still don’t fell to good.”
“There’s really no reason for you to be so weak.” Purr said reproachfully. “After my shot I felt like nothing at all had happened.”
“But you only had one shot. I was a pin cushion.”
“Why?” The little archaeologist was surprised. It turned out he did not know that Alice had undergone the same series of shots a space explorer who was about to land on an unexplored planet would take.
“I guess Gromozeka must be worried about me. He did promise Daddy to take care of me.”
“I suppose so…” Purr agreed. “I’m really very sorry about it all. I would have taken them all for you with pleasure.”
“Thank you.” Alice said. “What’s new?”
“A lot.” Said the small archaeologist. “And if you eat our soup, I’ll tell you some of it. And if you eat everything, I’ll tell you nearly all.”
“Then I’ll have the fruit salad and you can just tell me what’s most important.” Alice said.
“But the small archaeologist laughed, blinked his enormous single eye, and Alice had to start from nothing. But at the same time Purr told her what was going on.
The archaeologists found the newspapers that Petrov brought from the past most useful of all. From the papers they were able to determine how the murderous virus of the Space Plague had managed to get to the surface of the planet Coleida. It turned out that a week before the town fell ill first space ship, launched by the Coleidans had returned successfully to the surface. It had made several orbits of the planet and then circled around the planet Coleida’s small moon. The flight had been uneventful, and thousands of Coleidans, living in this hemisphere of the planet had gone to the space port to welcome back their first astronauts. On the evening of the same day the astronauts were supposed to speak at an enormous public gathering in the main square of the capitol. But they never made it to the meeting; they had fallen ill with a mysterious disease. The newspaper’s reporting on that day was both short and vague. But after several days, when the families of the astronauts, and everyone who had been a the space port to welcome them home, were reported to be sick as well, it became clear that some terrible infection had fallen on Coleida from space. Three days later, the sickness had spread to the entire planet.
“As you can see, Gromozeka was right from the very beginning. Without a doubt, this is Space Plague.” Purr said at the end of his story. “Our specialists have been pouring over the holos that Petrov took and now there can’t be the slightest doubt of it.”
“That’s terrible.” Alice said. “Isn’t there any way we can help them?”
“How do you help people who died a hundred years ago?” The little archaeologist was surprised. “There’s nothing that can be done. Here, finnish eating your fruit salad and get some sleep. And I’ll look in on you tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” Alice said. “But what are the temporalists going to do now?
“The temporalists are readying their machine for the next flight. They are aiming for the very day when the astronauts returned. They want to determine conclusively that this was indeed how Space Plague infected Coleida. We have to find out as much as we can about the disease to make certain other planets can be protected against it. And so, tomorrow, Richard will make a time jump into the past one week earlier than the one today.”
Purr made a fancy bow and ran off, his padded little feet making almost no sound on the floor of the tent. He was in such a hurry to read his newspapers and magazines that he completely forgot the powerbarrow.
The little steps had hardly managed to die away when the flap of the tent was pulled aside again, and Gromozeka himself entered.
“Who was with you?” He asked. “Why did they bring a barrow?”
“That was little Purr.” Alice said.
Gromozeka had brought a tray with supper.
“And where did you get the fruit salad?” Gromozeka asked strogo.
Alice drank down the last of the sauce from the salad and said:
“Purr brought it, but I also had the soup.”
“Oh, my my my my my!” Gromozeka was flustered. “And here I cornered the cook into getting you the tastiest morsels. Don’t you think you might possibly have a few more bites to eat? Just for your Uncle Gromozeka’s health and peace of mind.”
“No more, please.”
“Alice, you really, really need calories.” Gromozeka said.
“No more than ususal.”
“More.” Gromozeka said. “Far more. I came to have a very serious talk with you, scientist to scientist. How are you feeling now?”
“Better.”
“A lot better, or not a lot better?
“Somewhat better. I could even get up…”
“Don’t get up.”
Gromozeka absent mindedly placed the tray with supper on the floor and used his two freed tentacles to tie the tent flap in place. Then he poured the bowl of soup down into his own maw, and said:
“We must not waste good food. I will leave you the fruit salad.”
“Thanks.”
“Alice,” Gromozeka began festively, “You know that everyone thinks I am a naive and rather direct being.”
“Not everyone.” Alice said.
“Well, there are always bad people everywhere. Well, I am, in fact, honestly, really a naive and rather direct being, but I am also able to look into the future, and not just into the past like so many of our friends. Tell me, why did I bring you on this expedition?”
“To give me a birthday present.” Alice answered, although she knew fully well that was not the only reason.
“Right!” Gromozeka roared. “But not only for you. The present the present is you!
“The present is the flight to this planet. The present is a chance to look over our excavation and have a chance to meet my colleagues. The present is to be there days late for school, because in the final analysis this is not a gift as much as a little crime, although that does not concern me too much. You may, if you want, take your seat on the freight ship the day after tomorrow and go home. And we will remain friends. But I do not think that you will, because I know your father, I know you, and I think that you will want to help me.”
“Of course I do.” Alice said.
“When I was heading for Earth I had a lot of time to think.” Gromozeka said. “And I thought this: here we have a planet, Coleida, which died from the Space Plague. And were we, the archaeologists, who had flown here to look at the bones that were left behind a hundred years later. We look, and that’s all. Then we take the bones and trash to a museum and write on them:
“‘DEAD CIVILIZATION.’“
“And then you decided to go to the Tim
e Institute.”
“Consider, that I had already come to a decision. Consider I had already decided to turn to the Time Institute. To turn to them, but nothing yet had been decided.
“We would only know where the bones were and where to search. That was all. Something would have to be done, but what, I hadn’t yet decided. And then I arrived at your house as a guest and sat and talked with you. And then I went to the Time Institute and came to a convinced them to bring their machine here to our dig. And then I made my decision and therefore bought vast quantities of flowers and returned home with them. I knew what would have to be done.”
“About what?”
“Remember, Alice; weren’t you surprised at the size of the houses and beds and tables when you entered the town for the first time?”
“They’re small.”
“Not just small! They are your size.. And remember what Petrov said when he described carrying the newspaper kiosk attendant to the hospital.”
“I don’t remember.”
“He said that everyone looked on him with suspicion because he was twice as tall as any other inhabitant of the city. What are we to do with this datum?”
Alice kept silent. She hadn’t the faintest idea of what conclusion to draw.
“My first step was to get the time machine.” Gromozeka continued. The second step was to determine if they had, in fact, died of Space Plague. The third step was to convince the temporalists to visit the very day when the space plague landed on the planet Coleida. And the forth step?”
“Of course!”
“A-ha! You have already guessed! The fourth step is to send Alice there. If, naturally, the machine is working properly and there is no real danger for Alice. And why would I send Alice there?
“So I can…”
“Correct! So you can get to the place and time when the Space Plague landed on the planet and find the means to kill the plague before it gets started. What will then happen? There will be no plague. The planet will live. And archaeologists will have no work to do here. The authorities will literally howl with anger, and at least a billion people will be saved by a single little girl.”
“Oh, how interesting!” Alice clapped her hands in delight.
“Sh-sh-sh-sh!” Gromozeka covered her mouth with the end of a tentacle. “They’ll hear us before they should.”
“And why me?” Alice asked in a whisper.
“Why because you are exactly the same height as the inhabitants of this planet. Why, because neither Petrov, or Richard, nor least of all me, stands the slightest chance of getting to the space port and the returning ship. But you, no one will even notice you. You are exactly as small as the Coleidans themselves.”
“And why is it a secret?”
“No. I see, you haven’t enough experience in the ways of the world. Imagine that I am talking with your beloved father. What would your father answer?”
Alice thought a very brief while and said:
“In general, my father is understanding, but I fear that he would say: “No way!’“
“Correct. ‘No way!’ Because you are still for him a very little girl, an innocent for whom he cares deeply, because your father has paternal instincts. You know what they are?”
“I know. Grandparents have grandpaternal instincts, and mothers have maternal instincts. And all of these instincts tell them that I have to dress warmly and not forget to carry my umbrella in case it rains.”
“Marvelous!” Gromozeka said. “We understand each other perfectly. I chose not to tell you this earlier because I was still unsure if the machine would work properly and what excactly we would find in the past. But now everything has turned out precisely as I had susspected.”
“So I’ll be the one to make the time jump into the past tomorrow?”
“No way! That would be far too dangerous. Tomorrow it will be Richard’s turn to go back a hundred years. He has to scout out the day when the space ship returned to Coleida for its landing. He will get all of the facts. Then it will be Petrov’s turn. Remember: neither of them as yet knows anything about what I’ve told you. It will take considerable work on my part to turn them to my plan. They don’t even know if it is possible to stop a plague at its very start. They have simply never tried to change the past; they even have a law: it is impossible to change the past. On the other hand, Coleida is a distant planet and its past does not affect the pasts or presents of any other planets. This means the first difficulty will be in convincing them to interfere in Coleida’s development. And then we shall face our second hurdle and that is you.”
“But they might say that they’ll go to the space port themselves and disinfect the ship of Space Plague themselves,” Alice said, “And then everyone will die.”
“No, why should they? If they can do it themselves it will be perfect. I won’t have to bother you.”
“That’s not fair!” Alice grew angry. “At first you promised I’d go back in time and save the planet, and now you think it would be perfect if you can do it without me!”
Gromozeka laughed so loud the tent shook.
“We shall see.” He said. “We shall see. I am happy that you are not frightened. Today, this evening before supper, you must go to the doctor and take the hypnopedia course in the Coleidan language. He has been warned. But until the time comes, not a word to anyone, not even to your friend Purr. And listen: if you do go into the past, then one of the temporalists will be going along to follow and protect you. Just so you won’t find yourself completely alone. Now get some rest.”
But when Gromozeka exited the tent Alice could get no rest. She forced herself to crawl out of bed and ran off to watch them prepare to time machine for tomorrow’s jump.
10
The temporalists did not pay any attention to Alice. They had no time. They, in essence, had to deconstruct and reconstruct the Time Cabinet so that it would send the traveler a week further into the past than it had the first time. Or, more precisely one week and twenty hours earlier. Petrov had explained to Alice that they were going to make the train that went from the city which the archaeologists had been digging to the capitol. They had gotten the train schedules from the newspapers, and they had gotten the money needed for the tickets from the newspaper kiosk and excavations. All that remained was to sit on the train and get to the space port at the same moment the Coleidan space ship landed, and get a close look at the returning astronauts, to determine if indeed it was Space Plague.
Alice had forgotten about everything, but suddenly Gromozeka’s voice could be heard:
“Aaa-lisss!”
Gromozeka’s voice penetrated the time station’s thin walls, and the lights on the control panels trembled.
“You’d better run.” Petrov said. “Otherwise, his voice will pull the walls down.”
Alice suddenly remembered what the head archaeologist had told her. It was time to go to the doctor to learn the local language.
The doctor, who resembled a giant garden watering can on legs, bobbed his head up and down on his long, unbelievably thin neck, as though he were about to begin a long speech for what seemed to be forever. But all he said was:
“Sit here, young being.” And motioned to a chair that had numerous leads and instruments attached to it.
Alice sat down obediently. The chair changed its form to enclose Alice on all sides and the doctor began to apply various leads to Alice’s forehead. They were held in place by tiny suckers.
“Do not be afraid.” The doctor said, when Alice squirmed a little.
“I’m not afraid.” Alice answered. “It’s just ticklish.”
In fact, she really was a little bit frightened.
“Close this…” The doctor said.
“What?”
The doctor sighed loudly and picked a large dictionary up from the table. He seemed to take about three minutes to find the word he needed, then said:
“A-ha!…eye.”
A humming sound came out of the black bag which ext
ruded the leads. Then the humming was in Alice’s heard, and a voice began to whirl in hyer brain.
“Wait a moment.” The doctor said.
“I am waiting.” Alice said. “Will it be long?”
The doctor was silent. Alice carefully opened one eye and saw that the doctor was again paging through the dictionary.
“An hour.” He said finally. “Close your eye.”
Alice closed her eye, but for some reason she could not stand it and had to ask:
“Tell me. Why don’t you learn Russian or English or French this way?”
“I?” The doctor was shocked. “Oh, I could never do that.”
He thought a moment, walked over to the corner of the laboratory and rummaged around in some sort of box, and added in a mutter:
“I’m really horrible at languages. I’m so bad not even hypnopedia helps…I forget.”
“It just doesn’t work on you?”
“Yes.”
Alice was very comfortable. The whispering went on inside her head; she wanted to sleep, but Alice realized that she could never fall asleep like this, when she suddenly heard the doctor’s voice:
“Wake up. It’s over.”
The doctor was taking the leads with the suckers from her head and putting them away.
“Is that all? You really mean a whole hour has passed?”
“Yes.”
Gromozeka stuck his head into the medical lab. He looked at Alice with interest and asked:
“Bunto todo barakata a va?”
Alice could only think: What sort of nonsense is that? And suddenly she understood that it was not nonsense. Gromozeka had simply asked her in Coleidan if she had studied that language. And, understanding, Alice quietly answered Gromozeka:
“Kra barakata to bunta.”
Which meant: “I have studied the language.”
Gromozeka burst out laughing and told her to come to supper, but the doctor was so annoyed he refused to set foot in the cook
“Never!” He said as they were leaving. “I’ve never been able to learn even a single language!” Bitter tears flowed down from what would have been the water spout had he been a real watering can, and not a doctor.