The Golden Age of Science Fiction 10 by Various

Author:Various [Various]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Halcyon Press Ltd.
Published: 2010-04-19T07:00:00+00:00

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Contents

ROUGH TRANSLATION

By Jean M. Janis

Don’t be ashamed if you can’t blikkel any more. It’s because you couldn’t help framishing.

“Shurgub,” said the tape recorder. “Just like I told you before, Dr. Blair, it’s krandoor, so don’t expect to vrillipax, because they just won’t stand for any. They’d sooner framish.”

“Framish?” Jonathan heard his own voice played back by the recorder, tinny and slightly nasal. “What is that, Mr. Easton?”

“You know. Like when you guttip. Carooms get awfully bevvergrit. Why, I saw one actually—”

“Let’s go back a little, shall we?” Jonathan suggested. “What does shurgub mean?”

There was a pause while the machine hummed and the recorder tape whirred. Jonathan remembered the look on Easton’s face when he had asked him that. Easton had pulled away slightly, mouth open, eyes hurt.

“Why—why, I told you!” he had shouted. “Weeks ago! What’s the matter? Don’t you blikkel English?”

Jonathan Blair reached out and snapped the switch on the machine. Putting his head in his hands, he stared down at the top of his desk.

You learned Navajo in six months, he reminded himself fiercely.

You are a highly skilled linguist. What’s the matter? Don’t you blikkel English?

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He groaned and started searching through his briefcase for the reports from Psych. Easton must be insane. He must! Ramirez says it’s no language. Stoughton says it’s no language. And I, Jonathan thought savagely, say it’s no language.

But—

Margery tiptoed into the study with a tray.

“But Psych,” he continued aloud to her, “Psych says it must be a language because, they say, Easton is not insane!”

“Oh, dear,” sighed Margery, blinking her pale blue eyes. “That again?” She set his coffee on the desk in front of him. “Poor Jonathan. Why doesn’t the Institute give up?”

“Because they can’t.” He reached for the cup and sat glaring at the steaming coffee.

“Well,” said his wife, settling into the leather chair beside him, “I certainly would. My goodness, it’s been over a month now since he came back, and you haven’t learned a thing from him!”

“Oh, we’ve learned some. And this morning, for the first time, Easton himself began to seem puzzled by a few of the things he was saying. He’s beginning to use terms we can understand. He’s coming around. And if I could only find some clue—some sort of—”

Margery snorted. “It’s just plain foolish! I knew the Institute was asking for trouble when they sent the Rhinestead off. How do they know Easton ever got to Mars, anyway? Maybe he did away with those other men, cruised around, and then came back to Earth with this made-up story just so he could seem to be a hero and—”

“That’s nonsense!”

“Why?” she demanded stubbornly. “Why is it?”

“Because the Rhinestead was tracked, for one thing, on both flights, to and from Mars. Moonbase has an indisputable record of it. And besides, the instruments on the ship itself show—” He found the report he had been searching for. “Oh, never mind.”

“All right,” she said defiantly. “Maybe he did get to Mars. Maybe he did away with the crew after he got there.

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