ejaculated the Banker. “Don’t let’s go into that any deeper!”
“Tell us more about Lylda,” prompted the Very Young Man.
“You are insatiable on that point,” laughed the Chemist. “Well, when we left the sleigh, Lylda took me directly into the city of Arite. I found it an orderly collection of low houses, seemingly built of uniformly cut, highly polished gray blocks. As we passed through the streets, some of which were paved with similar blocks, I was reminded of nothing so much as the old jingles of Spotless Town. Everything was immaculately, inordinately clean. Indeed, the whole city seemed built of some curious form of opaque glass, newly scrubbed and polished.
“Children crowded from the doorways as we advanced, but Lylda dispersed them with a gentle though firm, command. As we approached the sort of castle I have mentioned, the reason for Lylda’s authoritative manner dawned upon me. She was, I soon learned, daughter of one of the most learned men of the nation and was—handmaiden, do you call it?—to the queen.”
“So it was a monarchy?” interrupted the Big Business Man. “I should never have thought that.”
“Lylda called their leader a king. In reality he was the president, chosen by the people, for a period of about what we would term twenty years; I learned something about this republic during my stay, but not as much as I would have liked. Politics was not Lylda’s strong point, and I had to get it all from her, you know.
“For several days I was housed royally in the castle. Food was served me by an attendant who evidently was assigned solely to look after my needs. At first I was terribly confused by the constant, uniform light, but when I found certain hours set aside for sleep, just as we have them, when I began to eat regularly, I soon fell into the routine of this new life.
“The food was not greatly different from our own, although I found not a single article I could identify. It consisted principally of vegetables and fruits, the latter of an apparently inexhaustible variety.
“Lylda visited me at intervals, and I learned I was awaiting an audience with the king. During these days she made rapid progress with my language—so rapid that I shortly gave up the idea of mastering hers.
“And now, with the growing intimacy between us and our ability to communicate more readily, I learned the simple, tragic story of her race—new details, of course, but the old, old tale of might against right, and the tragedy of a trusting, kindly people, blindly thinking others as just as themselves.
“For thousands of years, since the master life-giver had come from one of the stars to populate the world, the Oroid nation had dwelt in peace and security. These people cared nothing for adventure. No restless thirst for knowledge led them to explore deeply the limitless land surrounding them. Even from the earliest times no struggle for existence, no doctrine of the survival of the fittest, hung over them as with us. No wild animals harassed them; no savages menaced them. A fertile boundless land, a perfect climate, nurtured them tenderly.
“Under such conditions they developed only the softer, gentler qualities of nature. Many laws among them were unnecessary, for life was so simple, so pleasant to live, and the attainment of all the commonly accepted standards of wealth so easy, that the incentive to wrongdoing was almost non-existent.
“Strangely enough, and fortunately, too, no individuals rose among them with the desire for power. Those in command were respected and loved as true workers for the people, and they accepted their authority in the same spirit with which it was given. Indolence, in its highest sense the wonderful art of doing nothing gracefully, played the greatest part in their life.
“Then, after centuries of ease and peaceful security, came the awakening. Almost without warning another nation had come out of the unknown to attack them.
“With the hurt feeling that comes to a child unjustly treated, they all but succumbed to this first onslaught. The abduction of numbers of their women, for such seemed the principal purpose of the invaders, aroused them sufficiently to repel this first crude attack. Their manhood challenged, their anger as a nation awakened for the first time, they sprang as one man into the horror we call war.
“With the defeat of the Malites came another period of ease and security. They had learned no lesson, but went their indolent way, playing through life like the kindly children they were. During this last period some intercourse between them and the Malites took place. The latter people, whose origin was probably nearly opposite them on the inner surface, had by degrees pushed their frontiers closer and closer to the Oroids. Trade between the two was carried on to some extent, but the character of the Malites, their instinctive desire for power, for its own sake, their consideration for themselves as superior beings, caused them to be distrusted and feared by their more simple-minded companion nation.
“You can almost guess the rest, gentlemen. Lylda told me little about the Malites, but the loathing disgust of her manner, her hesitancy, even to bring herself to mention them, spoke more eloquently than words.
“Four years ago, as they measure time, came the second attack, and now, in a huge arc, only a few hundred miles from Arite, hung the opposing armies.”
The Chemist paused. “That’s the condition I found, gentlemen,” he said. “Not a strikingly original or unfamiliar situation, was it?”
“By Jove!” remarked the Doctor thoughtfully, “what a curious thing that the environment of our earth should so affect that world inside the ring. It does make you stop and think, doesn’t it, to realize how those infinitesimal creatures are actuated now by the identical motives that inspire us?”
“Yet it does seem very reasonable, I should say,” the Big Business Man put in.
“Let’s have another round of drinks,” suggested the Banker—“this is dry work!”
“As a scientist you’d make a magnificent plumber, George!” retorted the Big Business Man. “You’re about as helpful in this little gathering as an oyster!”
The Very Young Man rang for a waiter.
“I’ve been thinking—” began the Banker, and stopped at the smile of his companion. “Shut up!”—he finished—“that’s cheap wit, you know!”
“Go on, George,” encouraged the other, “you’ve been thinking—”
“I’ve been tremendously interested in this extraordinary story”—he addressed himself to the Chemist—“but there’s one point I don’t get at all. How many days were you in that ring do you make out?”
“I believe about seven, all told,” returned the Chemist.
“But you were only away from us some forty hours. I ought to know, I’ve been right here.” He looked at his crumpled clothes somewhat ruefully.
“The change of time-progress was one of the surprises of my adventure,” said the Chemist. “It is easily explained in a general way, although I cannot even attempt a scientific theory of its cause. But I must confess that before I started the possibility of such a thing never even occurred to me.”
“To get a conception of this change you must analyze definitely what time is. We measure and mark it by years, months, and so forth, down to minutes and seconds, all based upon the movements of our earth around its sun. But that is the measurement of time, not time itself. How would you describe time?”
The Big Business Man smiled. “Time,” he said, “is what keeps everything from happening at once.”
“Very clever,” laughed the Chemist.
The Doctor leaned forward earnestly. “I should say,” he began, “that time is the rate at which we live—the speed at which we successively pass through our existence from birth to death. It’s very hard to put intelligibly, but I think I know what I mean,” he finished somewhat lamely.
“Exactly so. Time is a rate of life-progress, different for every individual and only made standard because we take the time-duration of the earth’s revolution around the sun, which is constant,