Chapter 3

The tavern was of the standard low-class Venusian pattern—a single huge room under bare thatch, the wall half open with the reed shutters rolled up, the floor of split logs propped up on piling out of the mud. A long low bar, little tables, mangy skins and heaps of dubious cushions on the floor around them, and at one end the entertainers—two old men with a drum and a reed pipe, and a couple of sulky, tired-looking girls.

The lame man led Stark to a table in the corner and sank down, calling for wine. His eyes, which were dark and haunted by long pain, burned with excitement. His hands shook. Before Stark had sat down he had begun to talk, his words stumbling over themselves as though he could not get them out fast enough.

“How is it there now? Has it changed any? Tell me how it is—the cities, the lights, the paved streets, the women, the Sun. Oh Lord, what I wouldn’t give to see the Sun again, and women with dark hair and their clothes on!” He leaned forward, staring hungrily into Stark’s face, as though he could see those things mirrored there. “For God’s sake, talk to me—talk to me in English, and tell me about Earth!”

“How long have you been here?” asked Stark.

“I don’t know. How do you reckon time on a world without a Sun, without one damned little star to look at? Ten years, a hundred years, how should I know? Forever. Tell me about Earth.”

Stark smiled wryly. “I haven’t been there for a long time. The police were too ready with a welcoming committee. But the last time I saw it, it was just the same.”

The lame man shivered. He was not looking at Stark now, but at some place far beyond him.

“Autumn woods,” he said. “Red and gold on the brown hills. Snow. I can remember how it felt to be cold. The air bit you when you breathed it. And the women wore high-heeled slippers. No big bare feet tromping in the mud, but little sharp heels tapping on clean pavement.”

Suddenly he glared at Stark, his eyes furious and bright with tears.

“Why the hell did you have to come here and start me remembering? I’m Larrabee. I live in Shuruun. I’ve been here forever, and I’ll be here till I die. There isn’t any Earth. It’s gone. Just look up into the sky, and you’ll know it’s gone. There’s nothing anywhere but clouds, and Venus, and mud.”

He sat still, shaking, turning his head from side to side. A man came with wine, put it down, and went away again. The tavern was very quiet. There was a wide space empty around the two Earthmen. Beyond that people lay on the cushions, sipping the poppy wine and watching with a sort of furtive expectancy.