Snow tried to wake the astronaut, gently at first, then less so, but it had no effect. He used his stethoscope on heart and lungs, drew back an eyelid4 and examined the eye beneath, felt the brow.
"When did this happen?" he asked the anxious Sandra.
"About fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago," she replied. "We came in here and undressed and I used the bathroom first. When I came out, I found him like this."
"How's he been all the evening?"
"Fine, just as I told you when you rang. Tom and Betty Moreland came for dinner and we played canasta. Is he all right?"
"As far as I can see, yes. Heart, lungs, eyes all right, no fever. I guess we'll just have to wait till he wakes."
They went into the sitting room and Sandra left them to make coffee.
"He's living through something," Franstein said. "Pity you haven't got the recorder here."
"I thought the same. I'll get it."
Snow left and Franstein wandered back into the bedroom and leaned over Richardson. Now he was sure this was a language and that the sleeper5 was conversing6 with someone in his sleep. The expressions changed on Richardson's face rapidly as they do on the face of anyone during a conversation. At one moment he laughed as he said something, then became serious as he said something else.
Sandra came into the bedroom and joined Franstein at the bedside. "He's never been like this before," she said worriedly.
"Doesn't he ever talk in his sleep?"
"He never even snores. When we were first married, he slept so quietly that I thought he'd stopped breathing, but I'd only have to touch him or whisper to him and he'd wake in an instant. What does this mean?"
"We'll find out, never fear."
They went back into the sitting room as they heard Snow return. He was carrying the recording8 machine, and seeing the question in Sandra's eyes as she saw it, he said reassuringly9: "We're going to make a recording of what Ham's saying. We'll soon find out what this is all about."
He busied himself changing the tapes on the machine, taking the new one from his pocket, and fumbled10 the job in his haste. He had plugged in the microphone and was unwinding the long chord when they heard Richardson's voice call out from the next room: "Sandra!" and a moment later, Richardson appeared in the open doorway11, staring at them in astonishment12.
"Abe! Phil! When did you come here?"
"About half an hour ago," Snow replied.
Richardson passed a hand over his eyes. "I must have fallen asleep," he said.
"You did, darling, and I couldn't wake you," Sandra said. "So I called Phil."
"You couldn't wake me?"
"No, and you were talking away in your sleep. You had me worried."
"Why?"
Sandra, at a loss, looked at Franstein and he answered for her. "You were dreaming, Ham," he said.
Richardson thought for a moment before replying. "Now that you mention it, I was. But what's so extraordinary about that? Why are you all looking at me as if I'd suddenly grown horns?
"D'you remember what the dream was about?" Franstein asked.
"Vaguely13. Yes, I do. It was just a dream. Why is it so important?" He sat down in a deep chair and looked around at them. "What is all this?" he said. "I fall asleep for half an hour, have a silly dream, and wake up to find you here looking as if something big has happened."
"Something has happened, Ham," said Franstein. "Something we don't understand." Richardson started up in his seat. "Take it easy, there's nothing to worry about. We'll get to the bottom of it." He turned to Snow. "I think I know the way out of this. Play the recording for Ham to hear."
Snow hesitated for a moment. "All right, if you think so," he said, and busied himself with the recorder, replacing the used tape on the spool14.
Sandra perched herself on the arm of her husband's chair and put an arm about his shoulders. They waited while Snow linked up the end of the tape to the other spool. He pressed the Play switch, and presently there came the voices of Snow and Richardson.
"That's this afternoon's test," Richardson said.
Franstein nodded, and they continued to listen. Then came the chanting sounds, and when he heard them, Richardson's expression changed to one of amazement15. Snow switched off the machine.
"What was that?" Richardson asked.
"We hoped you'd be able to tell us," Franstein replied.
"I? What should I know about it?"
"That was your voice, Ham. Nobody's touched the tape, and I heard it during the test."
"But this is crazy. How could I make a noise like that without knowing anything about it? Why, I remember every second of that test, and I know I didn't do anything like that." He jumped to his feet and began to walk up and down the room, his hands pressed to his head.
"I said take it easy, Ham," Franstein said.
Richardson pulled up short in his pacing and turned to the little man. "How can I take it easy? I spend six hours in the capsule in a difficult test, remember every bit of it, come out of it feeling not even tired, and now you tell me that in the middle of it I had some sort of a blackout and made funny noises. That can only mean that there's something wrong with me, and you don't have to tell me what that means. I don't qualify, after all. Is that what you came here to tell me?"
Franstein's voice was as quiet as before. "It doesn't mean anything of the sort. If there'd been a blackout or if something else had happened to your brain, it would have shown up on the encephalograph, and nothing showed. I didn't know about this until I heard the recording, and we weren't going to say anything about it until we'd run the test a second time. Then Sandra called us to say she couldn't wake you and that you were talking in your sleep, and we came over to find you in a sleep as deep as a coma16 and obviously dreaming."
"And what's that got to do with the test?"
"You were making the same sort of sounds in your sleep as you did in the test, and I'm sure they add up to a language of some sort."
"What? You mean to say that was a language? For Pete's sake, I've never spoken anything but English all my life. I can't."
"We know that."
Richardson turned to his wife. "Is this true?" he asked her tensely. "Was I making noises like that in my sleep?"
She nodded miserably18.
He threw up his hands. "Okay," he said, "you're three to one. The ace7 astronaut turns out to be some sort of nut who talks monkey language in his sleep, and when he's awake too, without knowing it." He went to the deep chair and slumped19 down into it. "What do we do now? Go into analysis again? Start all over?" He laughed shortly and bitterly, and added: "Or do I resign from the project?"
"Listen, Ham," Franstein said. "We're up against something new, something I don't understand, and whatever happens, we've got to try and find out what it is, for your sake as well as for the project's. Let's relax and start with the dream. Tell us what you remember of it."
Richardson took time to calm down before he spoke17. "It was just a dream," he began presently. "There was a big spaceship and a lot of people standing about."
"Where was this?"
"Where? I don't know. On Earth, I suppose. Open place, you know, only...." He paused before going on. "Only it wasn't standing up on end like a rocket. It was lying on its side, and we were loading it."
"Who were 'we'?"
"My father and my two brothers. And that shows how silly the dream was because I haven't got any brothers or father. My father in the dream wasn't anything like my own. He was just an old man, and he told us where to stow the crates20."
"What was in the crates?"
"In the crates?" Richardson looked up. "Let me see now. Oh, yes, they were full of the seeds of plants and eggs and sperm21 of animals—sort of the beginnings of things."
"And where was the ship going to?"
Again, Richardson concentrated before replying. "To another Earth," he said. "That's right. The old guy, our father, said that this one was going to be destroyed by some disaster, and the people standing about were laughing and jeering22 and saying the old man was crazy."
"Do you know what sort of disaster was going to happen?" asked Franstein.
Richardson looked at him and suddenly a smile formed on his face. "Now I know where that dream came from," he said. "Remember that book On The Beach? The story about how everyone on Earth was wiped out by nuclear fallout? That's it! I remember wondering when I read it if some of us would be able to go to another planet before anything like that happened here, and I remember thinking, too, that we'd probably take things like seeds and so on with us, and even the ova of animals, and that by then we'd probably know how to preserve them—freeze them or something of the sort."
"We can do that now," Snow said.
"Well, there it is, then," said Richardson, smiling again. "There's the explanation."
"It explains the dream all right," agreed Snow, "but what about the sounds? Particularly those you made in the capsule?"
"Lord, yes!" said Richardson, and the smile left his face. "I'd forgotten about those. That puts us back to where we came in, doesn't it?"
"I'm not so sure," said Franstein. He got to his feet and, in his turn, prowled up and down the room, deep in thought. The others waited for him to go on, and presently he turned to them, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "I think we're onto something," he said. "Those sounds are obviously a part of your dream, Ham, including the ones you made in the capsule, and only you know what they mean."
"But I don't even remember making them!"
"No, but your mind does. If we can unlock your mind, we can find the secret, and there's a way in which it can be done. Hypnosis."
"Hypnosis?" The others spoke at once.
Franstein nodded. "I've got to put you into a hypnotic trance, Ham, and we'll play that recording back to you and I think—only think, remember—that you're going to be able to tell us what they mean. Any objection, Phil?"
"You're the expert."
"How about you, Ham?"
"I'll do anything to clear up this business." He jumped to his feet. "Let's get on with it now. What do I do? Shall I lie down on the sofa?"
"I didn't know you are a hypnotist too, Abe," said Snow. "I'm not surprised, though. I might have known."
Franstein took no notice of this. He stepped up to Richardson and looked up at him, holding out one hand which the other, wonderingly, took. "The big thing is confidence, Ham," he said, looking up earnestly. "Complete confidence. You have that in me?"
Richardson looked down on the little man and nodded his head. "Sure," he said. "I've always had that in you, Abe."
Franstein continued to hold the other's hand. "That's fine," he said. "All you have to do is to relax and trust in me. Just relax completely. Just let yourself go—eh?"
Richardson's head nodded again, and for a moment Franstein, still holding the hand continued to look up into Richardson's face above him. Then he released the hand and said: "Now you can lie down on the couch if you like."
Richardson went to the couch and stretched himself out on it.
"I've heard a lot about this," Sandra said, "but I've never seen it done."
Franstein smiled at her. "You've just seen it done, my dear," he said, and as she stared back at him in astonishment, added: "He's a very good subject. Now, when that machine is ready...."
"If I'm right in what I think," Franstein said a few minutes later to Snow, who stood by the table on which now rested the recorder, and to Sandra who was at the head of the couch looking down on her husband who lay there, his eyes half-closed, "you're going to hear something very surprising. Please don't make a sound."
They nodded their heads, and Franstein seated himself on the edge of the couch, leaned over Richardson, and spoke softly: "You hear me, Ham?"
"Yes, I hear you."
"Then listen." Franstein turned and nodded to Snow. The machine was switched on and there came, clearly, the chanted sounds of the test. They finished and the machine was switched off. "You heard, Ham?"
"Yes, I heard."
"You made those sounds that we just heard."
"Yes."
"Can you repeat them?"
"Yes."
"Then do so."
And now the strange low chanting sounds streamed from Richardson's lips. Sandra put her hands to her mouth to stifle23 a gasp24. Snow stepped to her side, his face tense.
The sounds ceased and Franstein, his eyes alight with excitement, said softly: "Tell us, to whom are you speaking?"
"To my sons."
"Tell us in English what you are saying to them."
There was a silence. Franstein repeated his command, and Richardson spoke again, this time in his normal voice.
"And God saw the earth, and behold25 it was corrupt26; for all flesh had corrupted27 their way upon the earth. And God said to Noah, I have determined28 to make an end of all flesh; for the earth is filled with violence through them; behold I will destroy them with the earth. Make yourself an ark ... and you shall come into the ark, you, your sons, your wife, and your sons' wives with you. And of every living thing of all flesh you shall bring two of every sort into the ark to keep them alive with you, they shall be male and female.... Also take with you every sort of food that is eaten and store it up.... And Noah did all that the Lord had commanded him...."
The voice tapered29 off into silence, and Sandra, her eyes wide with fear and amazement whispered: "That's the story of the Flood and he told it as if he was there. What does it mean?"
Franstein silenced her with a gesture and bent30 over Richardson whose eyes were closed. "Ham," he said, a note of insistence31 in his voice, "you hear me? Answer!"
The eyes half opened. "Yes, I hear you."
"Tell me, where did you go in the ark?"
"To a place of many waters ... many waters, and we rested on them until they went down." Now the voice was fading.
"Where was it? Tell me, where was it?"
The reply came in almost a whisper. "I don't know. It was another earth ... another earth...."
The eyes closed again, the breathing became deeper, but the lips still moved, and through them, barely heard in the tense silence, came again the low, chanting sounds. Then they, too, died away to silence, the lips ceased to move, and Richardson slept.
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recording
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fumbled
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doorway
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spool
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amazement
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spoke
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