Susannah
Lieutenant
Henry Wychwood cast a last harassed glance
along the ranks of security guards then brought them to attention as he saw the doors
begin to open. Every member of Starfleet on the base had been briefed about contact with
the strange Tropaeolumi. Despite the best efforts of
the officers of the Constitution, the initial contact had not gone well
and they had been astonished when the aliens had asked to send a delegation to Earth. Now,
for a reason which was far from clear, the Tropaeolumi
had asked to visit the Moon first, just as they had insisted on beaming down to the
civilian side of the base. His guards were as much an attempt to keep the aliens from the
civilians thronging the huge vestibule as they were an honor guard. He heard the murmur of
astonishment from behind him as the tall aliens appeared. He saw a movement under his elbow
and the appearance of a small boy in the middle of the wide avenue he and his guards had
created.
Pavel Chekov
had seen the people looking at something beyond the line of security guards, and he had
promptly dropped his grandmothers hand in favor of wriggling through the crowd to
see what was happening. Now, he gazed in wonder at the strangest aliens he had ever seen.
He had begun to learn at school about the other members of the Federation, but they were
all beings with much the same body shape as his own. These aliens were not, and, as he saw
the Starfleet officers escorting them, Pavel realized they had been the ones to meet the
aliens for the first time. He imagined himself as a Starfleet officer, someone who made
first contacts, unaware he was lighting a flame inside him which would burn for the rest
of his life. Youre trees! Youre walking trees!
To Wychwoods horror, before he could pull the child
back, one of the Tropaeolumi left the group and
glided swiftly over as the others
waited. It stopped in front of Pavel. Inquiry?
Inquiry
is permitted, Wychwood assured it, as he found
himself hoping fervently the little boy would not panic.
The being
is very small. Is it a budling? the alien
asked.
The being
is an immature Human, Henry Wychwood replied. Inquiry?
Inquiry
is permitted.
Wychwood could feel a
trickle of sweat crawl down his back, as he saw the anxious expressions of the captain of
the Constitution and her officers. I hope he did not offend you by
the question? The child was curious because he had never seen a member of your race
before.
Does the
child have an individual designation?
Wychwood looked down,
relieved to see the little boy was eyeing the alien in fascination. Whats your
name?
Pavel Andreievich. Pavel remembered in time his
grandmothers warning that a lot of people did not understand about patronymics and
added, Chekov.
The Tropaeolumi extruded a tentacle and wrapped it around Pavels body, lifting him into the air.
Curiosity in the young is to be treasured. Would you like to come with us and learn
about us, Pavel Andreievich Chekov?
Yes,
please! Pavel responded enthusiastically. He was so entranced by the prospect of
talking to a real alien it was a moment before he added belatedly, If Nana says I
may.
One of the
beings seven eyes turned on its stalk. Inquiry?
Oh, Pasha,
what have you got yourself into now? Weve only been on the Moon an hour and
youre talking to a Tree! Helena Bondarenko came forward, as Wychwood
hastily murmured a few words of instruction. Inquiry is permitted.
What is
nana?
Humans have two sexes, male and female, and the females such as me bear live young and are the primary nurturers. I cared first for my
female child, and now for her male child. There is a great deal of affection between
Humans and their
descendants. Nana is my grandsons name for me,
Pavel thought
that was unnecessarily complicated. Nana is my grandmama.
Shes my mamas mama.
Inquiry?
Inquiry
is permitted.
You
would defend your young?
Ferociously!
The skin of
the Tropaeolumi, which up to now had been yellow, turned briefly to various shades of green before becoming yellow
again. We could not negotiate with a race who
did not care for their young. Am I correct in thinking I should not call you
Nana?
You are.
That designation is exclusively for the use of my grandson and any other grandchildren I
may have.
As she paused
for breath, Pavel piped up, Please may I ask your designation?
Ttchcht, the alien answered. Tree of Ccchchtt of
the
Pavel tried
the alien name. He was not, his fond grandmother noted, apparently at all disconcerted by
being held in the alien tentacle. Thats hard to say. Did I say it right?
Nearly. I will help
you practice. For the first time since its people had encountered the strange and
powerful aliens who had landed on its planet, Ttchcht
felt it was succeeding in communicating. The difficulties so far had seemed
insurmountable; the beings belonging to the group Starfleet were courteous,
but they did not seem to pay due attention to important things. I will return your
grandson to you as specified,
Pavel tugged
at the tentacle. I would like to go down, please. Only babies need carrying.
Babies? Ttchcht queried another new term.
Babies
are Human people who have just come out of their mamas tummy, and they cant
walk by themselves for a long time. Theyre nice to cuddle, but they cant play.
My cousin has just come out of her mamas tummy, and shes only this big.
Pavel demonstrated as the Tropaeolumi lowered him to
the floor. He watched as the tentacle that had gripped him vanished. How did you do
that? How many tentacles have you got?
The one
you saw was a manipulatory tentacle, and we have
this many. Ttchcht demonstrated, waving a
dozen tentacles an impressive distance. The interested crowd which had gathered to watch
the developing scene moved back rather hastily. The tentacles retracted, and the Tropaeolumi continued, We also have defensive
tentacles. Will it alarm you to see them?
No,
Pavel assured it. It will be interesting.
Suddenly six
more tentacles sprang out of the being, this time, as Ttchcht
had warned, they were for defense, and they were evidently evolved to move rapidly. Three
were armed with clubs on the end, the others with scimitar-like blades and the security
guards automatically tensed, their hands going to their phasers. Nothing they had so far
discovered about the Tropaeolumi had revealed
anything so plainly dangerous.
Can you
do that, Pavel? the alien asked as the defensive tentacles retracted.
No,
Pavel answered cheerfully. Can you do this, Ttchcht?
He walked across the floor on his hands before turning cartwheels back to the alien.
It wouldnt be so interesting meeting you if we could both do the same things,
would it? Its a lot more interesting finding out about people who are
different.
You
consider me a person?
Pavels dark eyes
widened. Of course. You dont have to look
the same as me to be a person. It doesnt matter what you look like on the outside;
whats important is if youre a nice person on the inside. And Im a nice person on the
inside too, so we can be friends. Nana told me that a long time
ago. Nana says the next person you meet might always be the next friend you make.
Would
you like to be my friend? the alien asked.
Ooh,
yes!
Admiral White
moved smoothly forward. The reports coming in from the U.S.S. Constitution
about this contact had not been reassuring. The Tropaeolumi
had colonized four nearby systems and were an advanced and powerful race, but Harriet
Taunton, the captain of the Constitution, had reported that while civil,
the Tropaeolumi were so alien there was a real
difficulty in establishing communications.
This
accidental contact with the little boy had produced more information about the aliens and
more interaction than anything the Constitution's crew had managed so
far, and White did not want to risk spoiling that. He heaved a silent sigh of relief Pavel
had not even been alarmed when Ttchcht had wrapped a
tentacle around him; White could only shudder as he thought how some children and their
parents would have reacted. The whole contact could have been ruined beyond any hope of
repair. The admiral smiled, Im Admiral William White. Please let me welcome
all of you to the Moon. Perhaps, Mrs. Bondarenko,
you and your grandson would like to join us? That way, Pavel and Ttchcht will be able to satisfy their curiosity about each other. You
come along too, Mister?
The lieutenant
stiffened into a brace. Lieutenant Henry Wychwood,
sir!
How do
you walk, Ttchcht? Pavel bent over to look at
the base of the alien. I cant see any feet.
Stubby
tentacles appeared. These are modified roots, Pavel.
Pavel watched
as the alien glided forward before trotting along beside him. If theyre roots,
then you really are a plant, a big plant, like a tree?
We
evolved from trees, yes, Ttchcht agreed.
From what did Humans evolve?
I
dont know what evolve means. Pavel turned to his grandmother. What does
it mean, Nana?
Ill
have to tell you, later, Pavel Andreievich.
Its a long answer. In reply to your question, Ttchcht,
Humans evolved from arboreal primates, but somewhere along the way we opted both to become
ground dwellers and to walk upright. Were still good climbers though, especially
when were young, as my grandson would no doubt be delighted to demonstrate.
You
climb beings such as us? Ttchcht inquired.
Plants
on Earth arent people, Pavel explained as a worried White led them down a ramp
into the Starfleet section of the Moonbase.
While the admiral wanted to get the Tropaeolumi safely away from all the attention they were attracting, he did not like the turn the conversation had taken.
Pavel was making a good impression, but it was unrealistic to expect a small boy to be aware of the implications of all he was saying. It would be interesting if we could talk to them, and get answers, though not if we were eating them or cutting them down to use their wood.
I would
not like you to cut me down for wood, Ttchcht
agreed. It appreciated the honesty of the child in not pretending his people did not
exploit plants. Tropaeolumi exploited the
non-intelligent animals and plants of their home worlds.
We
wouldnt cut you down, Ttchcht!
Pavel was horrified at the idea. Not now that we know youre a person! We like
our plants, even though they cant talk to us. We grow plants at home because we like
to grow flowers and fruit and vegetables. Nana and I grow plants indoors, too. Ttchcht, if you have roots, dont they need to be in
soil? Arent you hungry walking on this hard surface? Plants cant grow without
soil. He looked worried. Youre not going to die because you dont
have any soil, are you?
We can
go for long periods without sustenance, but we are more comfortable resting with our roots
in soil, Ttchcht agreed. It had discussed this
with its government before the delegation left. Ttchcht
and its companions had known they could only endure so long without food or water, but if
they were returned during the specified period, they would eventually revive. It was worth
the risk to assess how dangerous these aliens were to the Tropaeolumi.
It was worth the risk of admitting this now to discover what the Starfleet people would do
about it.
Ttchcht, why didnt you say so before? Captain
Taunton exclaimed in dismay. She and her science officer had inquired very carefully about
the aliens needs only to be assured they required nothing. Wed have
brought soil from your home world with us.
We can
plant you, Pavel put in practically. With Earth plants, its very
important to put them into the proper type of soil and give them the right kind of plant
food or they die. Is it the same with you?
The alien
considered for a moment. It was difficult deciding how much it was safe to reveal, but it
found itself comforted by how much even the Human child seemed to know about the needs of
other forms of life.
We have
analyses of your soils composition, including the minerals, Captain Taunton
added. We can easily duplicate that for you.
We
cannot accept without knowing what obligation is imposed, the Tropaeolumi stated. This was the difficult point. Its orders were not to
let any obligation be imposed and to make very certain none were accepted unknowingly.
Because
youre a guest, you mean? Pavel inquired, adding helpfully, When Im
a guest I have to be good and say thank you when I leave.
Whites
lips twitched, even as one of the problems with this contact became clearer.
Basically, Ttchcht, that is all we expect of
you, too: that you behave well. We also hope youll enjoy your visit here enough to
thank us when you leave, but that is not obligatory. We have invited you here without
intending to impose any obligation; that is not our custom when inviting guests or when we
meet with a newly discovered race. We would consider we were failing in our own obligation
as your hosts not to make you as comfortable as possible, and one of the ways we expect to
do that is by feeding you. Please, allow us to provide you with the soil and minerals you
require.
That
would be satisfactory. Appreciation is expressed, Ttchcht
responded gratefully to an honorable statement. It began to wonder if it could express a
greater need before
I
realize you all know a great deal more about this sort of thing than I do...
Mrs. Bondarenko, I assure you, youre doing fine.
Admiral White grinned at her ruefully. Please, go on.
What
about water?
But
there was abundant water in the quarters we assigned the Tropaeolumi.
Captain Taunton looked at the aliens in dismay. This contact had been difficult from the
first. The Tropaeolumi life view had proved truly
alien. So why isnt Starfleet doing better than a
small boy?
The
level of obligation imposed was not stated.
You mean
you didnt drink anything all the time you were on the Constitution?
We are
able to endure long periods of drought.
Enduring
isnt the same as liking,
We are
able to ingest more quickly by absorbing rain directly. Water will greatly increase the
chances of my budlings surviving. It lifted a
flap of what looked like bark to show a tiny replica of itself attached to its body.
This is my new budling. The tentacle
then raised a second flap of bark to show a much larger replica. This one is nearly
ready to leave me and grow independently. I had thought I might lose them both.
Well
do all we can to make sure you dont, Ttchcht,
Admiral White assured it.
It isnt
likely to rain on the Moon!
You have
an eminently practical mind, maam! White looked round,
before waving to an ensign who had just emerged from nearby quarters and was watching
interestedly. Would these be your quarters, lad?
Yes,
sir. The ensign
had heard the exchange, and he had been present at the briefing on the aliens. He keyed
open the door. Please be my guest. Shall I roust out some of my friends?
Please,
Ensign. The sooner we have all our guests under a shower the better.
Not
me, Pavel replied promptly. Im clean! Shall I show you how to work the
shower, Ttchcht?
Please.
As other
ensigns appeared in response to the signals of the first to invite the rest of the Tropaeolumi into their quarters, Ttchcht slithered gratefully into the shower. It was puzzling to find it
had apparently not been its hosts intentions to impose any obligations. The
Starfleet people had seemed actually horrified by the very idea. The Captain Harriet
Taunton, whose facial expressions it had learned to read, was genuinely distressed by the
revelations her alien guests had needed food and water she had failed to provide. The
female ancestor of the child who had opened so clear a contact and who seemed, as the
Admiral White had commented, reassuringly practical, was suggesting lukewarm water. As the
child obeyed and water began to spray from a duct in the roof of the tiny cubicle, Ttchcht began to absorb and expand gratefully.
Youre
bigger! Youre a whole lot bigger! Pavel studied his new friend, impressed. The
holiday had already exceeded his wildest expectations.
I am not
thirsty now. Ttchcht had never expanded to
such a size so easily.
When we
met the Starfleet, we were in the middle of our region's dry period. It is a hard time,
but necessary for our life form. This is how we look during the wet period, Ttchcht explained.
*****
Pasha,
please try to be a little easier on my nerves during the rest of this trip,
It was
exciting, wasnt it, Nana? Pavel was not too tired for delight at the way he
had spent his day.
It
was.
And we
helped with a diplomajic meeting, Nana.
Diplomatic,
and yes, we did.
The dark eyes
fixed on her held far more understanding than she wanted. You think it ought to
be...a secret? His face lit suddenly in the mischief she encouraged. Papa told
us he didnt want to hear one word about the Moon when we go home.
So he
did, Pasha, so he did.
Papa
wasnt going to let me come, was he? Pavel acknowledged soberly. Not
until you made him. He hugged her tightly. Thank you for that, Nana.
Youre
very welcome, Pasha. Im enjoying myself too. As her little grandson grew,
Helena Bondarenko had stepped in then. Her grandsons
relationship with his domineering father was strained enough, without trying to explain to
a seven year old his father had refused because Andrei Chekov was a xenophobic bigot who
was simply too afraid of space and the aliens he might meet there to take even a voyage to
the Moon.
Im
going to be a Starfleet officer and meet aliens too, Nana.
I
promise, Nana.
*****
The admiral
smiled as he watched. A prospective Starfleet officer needs to learn how to work in
vacuum, wouldnt you agree,
Ah,
Pashas told you too?
According
to Mister Wychwood, a week with Pavel asking
questions about Starfleet is the equivalent of his Academy finals. White smiled.
But if he holds to that ambition, would you tell his parents Id be happy to
sponsor his application?
The best
thing I can do for my grandson is not to tell his parents. Pashas had more
encouragement and kindness from your people, especially that nice Henry Wychwood, in one week than hes had from his father
in seven years.
Even
though it means you wont see him for years on end? White asked gently. Only a
few hours in their company had shown the close bond
You
cant live other peoples lives for them, Admiral. I learned that when I
couldnt prevent my daughter marrying a man she knew was a domineering bully. If
Pashas heard the cry of the wild geese, I wont say one word to stop him
following his dream.
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