Isaac Asimov - Nightfall (novel)

Kalgash is an alien world and it is not our intention to have you think that it is identical to Earth, even though we depict its people as speaking a language that you can understand, and using terms that are familiar to you. Those words should be understood as mere equivalents of alien termsthat is, a conventional set of equivalents of the same sort that a writer of novels uses when he has foreign characters speaking with each other in their own language but nevertheless transcribes their words in the language of the reader. So when the people of Kalgash speak of miles, or hands, or cars, or computers, they mean their own units of distance, their own grasping-organs, their own ground-transportation devices, their own information-processing machines, etc. The computers used on Kalgash are not necessarily compatible with the ones used in New York or London or Stockholm, and the mile that we use in this book is not necessarily the American unit of 5,280 feet. But it seemed simpler and more desirable to use these familiar terms in describing events on this wholly alien world than it would have been to invent a long series of wholly Kalgashian terms.

In other words, we could have told you that one of our characters paused to strap on his quonglishes before setting out on a walk of seven vorks along the main gleebish of his native znoob, and everything might have seemed ever so much more thoroughly alien. But it would also have been ever so much more difficult to make sense out of what we were saying, and that did not seem useful. The essence of this story doesnt lie in the quantity of bizarre terms we might have invented; it lies, rather, in the reaction of a group of people somewhat like ourselves, living on a world that is somewhat like ours in all but one highly significant detail, as they react to a challenging situation that is completely different from anything the people of Earth have ever had to deal with. Under the circumstances, it seemed to us better to tell you that someone put on his hiking boots before setting out on a seven-mile walk than to clutter the book with quonglishes, vorks, and gleebishes.

If you prefer, you can imagine that the text reads vorks wherever it says miles, gliizbiiz wherever it says hours, and sleshtraps where it says eyes. Or you can make up your own terms. Vorks or miles, it will make no difference when the Stars come out.

I.A.

R.S.

It was a dazzling four-sun afternoon. Great golden Onos was high in the west, and little red Dovim was rising fast on the horizon below it. When you looked the other way you saw the brilliant white points of Trey and Patru bright against the purplish eastern sky. The rolling plains of Kalgashs northernmost continent were flooded with wondrous light. The office of Kelaritan 99, director of the Jonglor Municipal Psychiatric Institute, had huge windows on every side to display the full magnificence of it all.

Sheerin 501 of Saro University, who had arrived in Jonglor a few hours before at Kelaritans urgent request, wondered why he wasnt in a better mood. Sheerin was basically a cheerful person to begin with; and four-sun days usually gave his normally ebullient spirits an additional lift. But today, for some reason, he was edgy and apprehensive, although he was trying his best to keep that from becoming apparent. He had been summoned to Jonglor as an expert on mental health, after all.

Would you like to start by talking with some of the victims? Kelaritan asked. The director of the psychiatric hospital was a gaunt, angular little man, sallow and hollow-chested. Sheerin, who was ruddy and very far from gaunt, was innately suspicious of anyone of adult years who weighed less than half of what he did. Perhaps its the way Kelaritan looks thats upsetting me, Sheerin thought. Hes like a walking skeleton.Or do you think its a better idea for you to get some personal experience of the Tunnel of Mystery first, Dr. Sheerin?

Sheerin managed a laugh, hoping it didnt sound too forced.

Maybe I ought to begin by interviewing a victim or three, he said. That way I might be able to prepare myself a little better for the horrors of the Tunnel.

Kelaritans dark beady eyes flickered unhappily. But it was Cubello 54, the sleek and polished lawyer for the Jonglor Centennial Exposition, who spoke out. Oh, come now, Dr. Sheerin! The horrors of the Tunnel! Thats a little extreme, dont you think? After all, youve got nothing but newspaper accounts to go by, at this point. And calling the patients victims. Thats hardly what they are.

The term was Dr. Kelaritans, said Sheerin stiffly.

Im sure Dr. Kelaritan used that word only in the most general sense. But theres a presupposition in its use that I find unacceptable.

Sheerin said, giving the lawyer a look compounded equally of distaste and professional dispassion, I understand that several people died as a result of their journey through the Tunnel of Mystery. Is that not so?

There were several deaths in the Tunnel, yes. But theres no necessary reason at this point to think that those people died as a result of having gone through the Tunnel, Doctor.

I can see why you wouldnt want to think so, Counselor, said Sheerin crisply.

Cubello looked in outrage toward the hospital director. Dr. Kelaritan! If this is the way this inquiry is going to be conducted, I want to register a protest right now. Your Dr. Sheerin is here as an impartial expert, not as a witness for the prosecution!

Sheerin chuckled. I was expressing my view of lawyers in general, Counselor, not offering any opinion about what may or may not have happened in the Tunnel of Mystery.

Dr. Kelaritan! Cubello exclaimed again, growing red-faced.

Gentlemen, please, Kelaritan said, his eyes moving back and forth quickly from Cubello to Sheerin, from Sheerin to Cubello. Lets not be adversaries, shall we? We all have the same objective in this inquiry, as I see it. Which is to discover the truth about what happened in the Tunnel of Mystery, so that a repetition of theahunfortunate events can be avoided.

Agreed, said Sheerin amiably. It was a waste of time to be sniping at the lawyer this way. There were more important things to be doing.

He offered Cubello a genial smile. Im never really much interested in the placing of blame, only in working out ways of heading off situations where people come to feel that blame has to be placed. Suppose you show me one of your patients now, Dr. Kelaritan. And then we can have lunch and discuss the events in the Tunnel as we understand them at this point, and perhaps after weve eaten I might be able to see another patient or two

Lunch? Kelaritan said vaguely, as though the concept was unfamiliar to him.

Lunch, yes. The midday meal. An old habit of mine, Doctor. But I can wait just a little while longer. We can certainly visit one of the patients first.

Kelaritan nodded. To the lawyer he said, Harrims the one to start with, I think. Hes in pretty good shape today. Good enough to withstand interrogation by a stranger, anyway.

What about Gistin 190? Cubello asked.

Shes another possibility, but shes not as strong as Harrim. Let him get the basic story from Harrim, and then he can talk to Gistin, andoh, maybe Chimmilit. After lunch, that is.

Thank you, said Sheerin.

If youll come this way, Dr. Sheerin

Kelaritan gestured toward a glassed-in passageway that led from the rear of his office to the hospital itself. It was an airy, open catwalk with a 360-degree view of the sky and the low gray-green hills that encircled the city of Jonglor. The light of the days four suns came streaming in from all sides.