Music you’ll never hear in your life.
You could hear it.
There are books.
I’ve gotten on well in reading them already.
You could sit and read.”
“It all sounds quite wonderful, Spender.”
“But you won’t stay?”
“No.
Thanks, anyway.”
“And you certainly won’t let me stay without trouble.
I’ll have to kill you all.”
“You’re optimistic.”
“I have something to fight for and live for; that makes me a better killer.
I’ve got what amounts to a religion, now. It’s learning how to breathe all over again. And how to lie in the sun getting a tan, letting the sun work into you. And how to hear music and how to read a book.
What does your civilization offer?”
The captain shifted his feet. He shook his head.
“I’m sorry this is happening.
I’m sorry about it all.”
“I am too.
I guess I’d better take you back now so you can start the attack.”
“I guess so.”
“Captain, I won’t kill you.
When it’s all over, you’ll still be alive.”
“What?”
“I decided when I started that you’d be untouched.”
“Well…”
“I’ll save you out from the rest.
When they’re dead, perhaps you’ll change your mind.”
“No,” said the captain.
“There’s too much Earth blood in me.
I’ll have to keep after you.”
“Even when you have a chance to stay here?”
“It’s funny, but yes, even with that.
I don’t know why.
I’ve never asked myself.
Well, here we are.”
They had returned to their meeting place now.
“Will you come quietly, Spender?
This is my last offer.”
“Thanks, no.”
Spender put out his hand.
“One last thing.
If you win, do me a favor.
See what can be done to restrict tearing this planet apart, at least for fifty years, until the archaeologists have had a decent chance, will you?”
“Right.”
“And last — if it helps any, just think of me as a very crazy fellow who went berserk one summer day and never was right again.
It’ll be a little easier on you that way.”
“I’ll think it over.
So long, Spender.
Good luck.”