Homo Inferior. Wolf Mari
grown yet. Just fourteen, isn't he? How can you be sure what he'll be like later? He'll be a problem. They've always been problems."
They were afraid. That was what was the matter with them. Walden sighed. "Tell them what you've been studying, Eric," he said aloud.
For a minute Eric was too tongue-tied to answer. He stood motionless, waiting for them to laugh at him.
"Go on. Tell them."
"I've been reading about the old race," Eric said. "All about the stars. About the people who went off in the starships and explored our whole galaxy."
"What's a galaxy?" the thin man said. Walden could perceive that he really didn't know.
Eric's fear lessened. These men weren't laughing at him. They weren't being just polite, either. They were interested. He smiled at them, shyly, and told them about the books and the wonderful, strange tales of the past that the books told. The men listened, nodding from time to time. But he knew that they didn't understand. The world of the books was his alone…
"Well?" Walden looked at the others. They looked back. Their emotions were a welter of doubt, of indecision.
"You've heard the boy," Walden said quietly, thrusting his own uneasiness down, out of his thoughts.
"Yes." Abbot hesitated. "He seems bright enough – quite different from what I'd expected. At least he's not like the ones who grew up wild in the hills. This boy isn't a savage."
Walden shrugged. "Maybe they weren't savages either," he suggested. "After all, it's been fifty years since the last of them died. And a lot of legends can spring up in fifty years."
"Perhaps we have been worrying unnecessarily." Abbot got up to go, but his eyes still held Walden's. "But," he added, "it's up to you to watch him. If he reverts, becomes dangerous in any way, he'll have to be locked up. That's final."
The others nodded.
"I'll watch him," Walden told them. "Just stop worrying."
He stood at the door and waited until they were out of sight. Then and only then did he allow himself to sigh and taste the fear he'd kept hidden. The old men, the men with authority, were the dangerous ones.
Walden snorted. Even with perception, men could be fools.
The summer that Eric was sixteen Walden took him to the museum. The aircar made the trip in just a few hours – but it was farther than Eric had ever traveled in his life, and farther than most people ever bothered traveling.
The museum lay on an open plain where there weren't many houses. At first glance it was far from impressive. Just a few big buildings, housing the artifacts, and a few old ruins of ancient constructions, leveled now and half buried in the sands.
"It's nothing." Eric looked down at it, disappointed. "Nothing at all."
"What did you expect?" Walden set the aircar down between the two largest buildings. "You knew it wouldn't be like the pictures in the books. You knew that none of the old race's cities are left."
"I know," Eric said. "But I expected more than this."
He got out of the car and followed Walden around to the door of the first building. Another man, almost as old as Walden, came toward them smiling. The two men shook hands and stood happily perceiving each other.
"This is Eric," Walden said aloud. "Eric, this is Prior, the caretaker here. He was one of my schoolmates."
"It's been years since we've perceived short range," Prior said. "Years. But I suppose the boy wants to look around inside?"
Eric nodded, although he didn't care too much. He was too disappointed to care. There was nothing here that he hadn't seen a hundred times before.
They went inside, past some scale models of the old cities. The same models, though a bit bigger, that Eric had seen in the three-dimensional view-books. Then they went into another room, lined with thousands of books, some very old, many the tiny microfilmed ones from the middle periods of the old race.
"How do you like it, Eric?" the caretaker said.
"It's fine," he said flatly, not really meaning it. He was angry at himself for feeling disappointment. Walden had told him what to expect. And yet he'd kept thinking that he'd walk into one of the old cities and be able to imagine that it was ten thousand years ago and others were around him. Others like him…
Ruins. Ruins covered by dirt, and no one of the present race would even bother about uncovering them.
Prior and Walden looked at each other and smiled. "Did you tell him?" the caretaker telepathed.
"No. I thought we'd surprise him. I knew all the rest would disappoint him."
"Eric," the caretaker said aloud. "Come this way. There's another room I want to show you."
He followed them downstairs, down a long winding ramp that spiraled underground so far that he lost track of the distance they had descended. He didn't much care anyway. Ahead of him, the other two were communicating, leaving him alone.
"Through here," Prior said, stepping off the ramp.
They entered a room that was like the bottom of a well, with smooth stone sides and far, far above them a glass roof, with clouds apparently drifting across its surface. But it wasn't a well. It was a vault, forever preserving the thing that had been the old race's masterpiece.
It rested in the center of the room, its nose pointing up at the sky. It was like the pictures, and unlike them. It was big, far bigger than Eric had ever visualized it. It was tall and smooth and as new looking as if its builders had just stepped outside for a minute and would be back in another minute to blast off for the stars.
"A starship," Walden said. "One of the last types."
"There aren't many left," Prior said. "We're lucky to have this one in our museum."
Eric wasn't listening. He was looking at the ship. The old race's ship. His ship.
"The old race built strange things," Prior said. "This is one of the strangest." He shook his head. "Imagine the time they put in on it… And for what?"
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