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Chapter Three

“Have You Heard About The Three Captains?”

When the Pegasus set down at the Luna City Space Port I asked my fellow travelers:

“What plans do you have? We’re taking off tomorrow at six AM on the button.”

Captain Poloskov said he was planning on remaining aboard ato ready the ship for its flight.

Engineer Zeleny asked permission to go to the soccer match.

Alice also said she was going to the soccer game, but without all that much pleasure in her voice.

“Why so glum?”

“You mean you’ve forgotten? The whole Third B class will be at the stadium, and I’’ll be the only one from the Second. It’s all your fault.”

“Mine?”

“You were the one who kicked my kids off the ship?”.

“We couldn’t have gotten off the ground with them aboard! Not to mention what their parents would have said to me. What if something had happened?”

“Where.” Alice was angry. “In the Sol system? At the end of the twenty-first century?”

When Alice and Zeleny left I decided to go for one last cup of real coffee from a real restaurant for the last time until we returned to Earth, and I headed for the Selene.

The enormous domed hall of the restaurant was nearly full; I stopped not far from the entrance and began searching for a free place, when a familiar voice thundered at me:

“Who is it that I see before me!”

It was one of my oldest friends, Gromozeka; he had occupied a distant table. I hadn’t seen him for almost five years, but I had certainly never forgotten about him. Once we had been very close, in as much as our acquaintance began when I managed to save him in the jungles of Eurydice. Gromozeka had managed to get separated from an archaeological survey crew, was unable to find his way in the forest and nearly ended up in the jaws of a Minor Dragonette, a fairly nasty critter all of sixteen meters long.

On seeing me Gromozeka unfurled the mass of the tentacles he had curled up for convenience sake, his charming green smile split his half meter wide maw in two, he reached out his razor sharp claws for me, and, at full throttle, he rushed to my side.

Some tourist who had never before in his life seen an inhabitant of the planet Chumaroz, screamed and fell down in a faint. But Gromozeka paid him no heed; he strongly enfolded me in his tentacles and clutched me to the hard boney plate on his breast.

“Sweetheart!” He roared like a lion. “How many years have separated us, now many winters have we been forced to endure each other’s absence! I was about to get a ticket for a flight to Moscow to see you, and now, here, before my eyes I can hardly believe it! How have the Fates been so kind!”

“I’m going off on an expedition.” I said. “Hunting animals around the Galaxy.”

“That is stupendous!” Gromozeka was delighted. “I cannot tell you how overjoyed I am that you have finally been able to overcome the plots and intrigues of your enemies and go off into the field.”

“But I don’t have any enemies.”

“You cannot deceive me.” Gromozeka said, shaking sharp, clicking claws in front of my nose reproachfully.

I did not bother to speak back because I knew how suspicious my friend was.

“Sit, sit.” Gromozeka ordered. “Robot, a bottle of your best Georgian wine for my dearest friend and three liters of Ex-Lax for me.”

“Order taken.” The robot waiter answered and trundled off to the kitchen for our order.

“And how has life been?” Gromozeka continued his interrogation. “How is your wife? And your daughter: has she already started to walk?”

“All the way to school.” I said. “She just finished second grade.”

“Wondrous.” Gromozeka roared. “How quickly time runs with us in its grasp…”

With this some sad thought overcame my friend, and, being a very impressionable being, Gromozeka sighed, and caustic smoking tears flowed from each of his seven eyes.

“And how are things with you?” I grew alarmed.

“You can’’t imagine how quickly time flies,” Gromozeka said between the tears. “The children grow, and the two of us grow old.”

Gromozeka, overcome with aa feeling of tenderness, expelled streams of caustic yellow smoke from each of his four nostrils; the cloud of noxious gas began to fill the restaurant, but he got himself in hand and spoke up:

“Pardon me, most noble restaurant patrons; I shall try to avoid causing you any further discomfort.”

The mist spread between the tables; people coughed and a few even had to leave the hall.

“Let’s go.” I said, wheezing, “or you might do something else.”

“You’re right.” Gromozeka agreed resignedly.

We exited the restaurant and went into the hall, where Gromozeka occupied an entire divan, and I found room for myself beside him in a chair. The robot brought us the wine and Ex- Lax, a wine glass for me and a liter bottle for my friend.

“Where are you working now?” I asked Gromozeka.

“We’ll be digging a dead city on Coleida.” He answered. “I stopped by here to pick up an infrared detector.”

“An interesting city on Coleida?” I asked.

“Perhaps, interesting, or not.” Gromozeka answered carefully. He was horribly superstitious. To avoid the Evil Eye he circled his rightmost eye with his tail four times and said in a whisper: “Baskuri-bariparata.”

“When do you begin?” I asked.

“Our team departs from Mercury in two weeks time. That’s where our temporary base is.”

“A strange, inhospitable place.” I said. “Half the planet is a scorching airless desert while the other half is a frozen airless desert.”

“Nothing extraordinary.” Gromozeka said, and reached again for the Ex-Lax. “We were there last year hunting the remains of the ship of the Midnight Wraiths. That’s work. But I’ve told you all about myself! I want to hear your plans.”

“I only know them approximately.” I answered. “For starters we’ll be making a circuit of research bases in the neighborhood of the Sol system, then we’re off. We’ve a lot of time three months, and the ship is pretty big.”

“Not headed for Eurydice?” Gromozeka asked.

“No. There is a Dragonette Minor in the Moscow Zoo already, and the Dragonette Major, unfortunately, can’t be caught.”

“And even if you could catch it,” Gromozeka said, “Your ship would never be able to carry it.”

I agreed the Pegasus could never carry a Dragonette Major, but that was because it had to eat four tons of meat and bananas a day.

The two of us were silent for a while. It can be very pleasant to sit with an old friend with no need to hurry anywhere. An elderly woman tourist in a purple wig, decorated with holographic flowers, came up to us and timidly extended a notebook.

“Would it be possible,” she asked, “if I could obtain your autograph as a memento of our chance encounter.”

“And why not?” Gromozeka said, reaching for the notebook with a clawed tentacle.

The old woman drew back in fear; her small hand trembled.

Gromozeka turned the notebook to a blank bage and wrote in a florid script:

“To the fair young damsel hominoid of Earth from her admirer from the misty planet Chumaroz. Selene Restaurant, 3 March.”

“Thank you.” The old woman whispered and departed in tiny steps.

“And did I write it well? Gromozeka asked me. “It was touching?

“It was touching.” I agreed. “But not entirely correct.”

“How so?”

“That was not a very young human girl, but a woman of late middle age. And, in general, we use hominoid to include most of the apes and our pre-sapient ancestors that we dig up from paleontological sites.”

“Oh, what shame!” Gromozeka was distraught. “But she had flowers in her hat. If I run after her now I might be able to re-write the autograph.”

“It’s not worth it.” I stopped him. “You’d just frighted her out of her wits.”

“Yes, heavy is the burden of glory.” Gromozeka said. “But it is pleasant to discover that the most important archaeologist on Chumaroz is known even on the distant Earth’s Moon.”

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