Miss Rrr nodded and laughed strangely.
"And so is Mr. Www and Mr. Qqq and Mr. Vvv!"
"I'm from Jupiter," declared one man, preening himself.
"I'm from Saturn," said another, eyes glinting slyly.
"Jupiter, Saturn," murmured the captain, blinking.
It was very quiet now; the people stood around and sat at the tables which were strangely empty for banquet tables. Their yellow eyes were glowing, and there were dark shadows under their cheekbones. The captain noticed for the first time that there were no windows; the light seemed to permeate the walls. There was only one door. The captain winced. "This is confusing. Where on Earth is this Tuiereol? Is it near America?"
"What is America?"
"You never heard of America! You say you're from Earth and yet you don't know!"
Mr. Uuu drew himself up angrily. "Earth is a place of seas and nothing but seas. There is no land. I am from Earth, and know."
"Wait a minute." The captain sat back. "You look like a regular Martian. Yellow eyes. Brown skin."
"Earth is a place of all jungle," said Miss Rrr proudly. "I'm from Orri, on Earth, a civilization built of silver!"
Now the captain turned his head from and then to Mr. Uuu and then to Mr. Www and Mr. Zzz and Mr. Nnn and Mr. Hhh and Mr. Bbb. He saw their yellow eyes waxing and waning in the light, focusing and unfocusing. He began to shiver. Finally he turned to his men and regarded them somberly.
"Do you realize what this is?"
"What, sir?"
"This is no celebration," replied the captain tiredly. "This is no banquet. These aren't government representatives. This is no surprise party. Look at their eyes. Listen to them!"
Nobody breathed. There was only a soft white move of eyes in the close room.
"Now I understand"--the captain's voice was far away--"why everyone gave us notes and passed us on, one from the other, until we met Mr. Iii, who sent us down a corridor with a key to open a door and shut a door. And here we are ... "
"Where are we, sir?"
The captain exhaled. "In an insane asylum."
It was night. The large hall lay quiet and dimly illuminated by hidden light sources in the transparent walls. The four Earth Men sat around a wooden table, their bleak heads bent over their whispers. On the floors, men and women lay huddled. There were little stirs in the dark corners, solitary men or women gesturing their hands. Every half-hour one of the captain's men would try the silver door and return to the table. "Nothing doing, sir. We're locked in proper."
"They think we're really insane, sir?"
"Quite. That's why there was no hullabaloo to welcome us. They merely tolerated what, to them, must be a constantly recurring psychotic condition." He gestured at the dark sleeping shapes all about them. "Paranoids, every single one! What a welcome they gave us! For a moment there"--a little fire rose and died in his eyes--"I thought we were getting our true reception. All the yelling and singing and speeches. Pretty nice, wasn't it--while it lasted?"
"How long will they keep us here, sir?"
"Until we prove we're not psychotics."
"That should be easy."
"I hope so."
"You don't sound very certain, sir."
"I'm not. Look in that corner."
A man squatted alone in darkness. Out of his mouth issued a blue flame which turned into the round shape of a small naked woman. It flourished on the air softly in vapors of cobalt light, whispering and sighing.
The captain nodded at another corner. A woman stood there, changing. First she was embedded in a crystal pillar, then she melted into a golden statue, finally a staff of polished cedar, and back to a woman.