The Best of L. Sprague de Camp
- Автор: Де Камп Лайон Спрэг
- Год: 1978
- Язык: английский
- Год: Del Rey / Ballantine
- ISBN: 0-345-25474-0
- Жанр: Научная фантастика
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As both teams were strong that year, the score at the end of the first quarter still stood o-o. Yale completed a pass and it looked as if the receiver were in the clear until John Fitzgerald, the biggest of the fourteen right tackles of the Atlantic varsity, nailed him. Hithafea screamed:
"Fitzcheralt! Rah, rah, rah, Fitzcheralt!"
A drunken Yale senior, returning to his seat after visiting the gentlemen's room under the stands, got turned around and showed up on the grass strip in front of the Atlantic side of the stadium. There he tramped up and down and bumped into people and fell over the chairs of the Atlantic band and made a general nuisance of himself.
At last Hithafea, observing that everybody else was too much interested in the game to abate this nuisance, caught the man by the shoulder and turned him around. The man looked up at Hithafea and shrieked: "I got 'em! I got 'em!" and tried to break away.
He might as well have saved his trouble. The Sha'akhfi freshman held him firmly by both shoulders and hissed something at him. Then he let him go.
Instead of running away, the man threw off his hat with its little blue feather, his furry overcoat, his coat and vest and shirt and pants. Despite the cold he ran out onto the field in his underwear, hugging his bottle under one arm and pretending it was a football.
Before he was finally taken away, the man had caused Yale to be penalized for having twelve men on the field during a play. Luckily the Yale rooters were too far away on the other side of the stadium to understand what was happening, or there might have been a riot. As it was, they were pretty indignant when they found out later, feeling that somebody had pulled a fast one on them. Especially as the game ended 2 1-20 favor of Atlantic.
After the game Hithafea went to his mailbox in the Administration Building. All the other frosh were eagerly pushing around the pigeonholes to get theirs, for this was the day when fraternity bids were distributed. When Hithafea softly hissed: "Excuse me, please," they made plenty of room for him.
He took three little white envelopes from his box and scooted for his room in the freshman dorm. He burst in to find his roommate, Frank Hodiak, studying his one bid. Hithafea sat down on his bed with his tail curling up against the wall and opened his envelopes, slitting them neatly along the edge with his claws.
"Frank!" he cried. "They want me!"
"Hey," said Hodiak, "what's the matter with you? You're drooling on the rug! Are you sick?"
"No, I am cryink."
"What?"
"Sure. That is the way we Sha'akhfi cry."
"And why are you crying?"
"Pecause I am so happy! I am ofercome with emotion!"
"Well for goodness' sake," said Hodiak unfeelingly, "go cry in the sink, then. I see you got three. Which you gonna take?"
"I think the Iota Gamma Omicrons."
"Why? Some of the others got more prestige."
"I do not care. I am takink them anyway, for sentimental reasons."
"Don't tell me a cold-blooded reptile like you is sentimental!"
"Sure. All we Sha'akhfi are. You think we are not pecause we do not show our feelinks in our faces."
"Well," persisted Hodiak, "what are these sentimental reasons, huh?"
"First," (Hithafea counted on his claws) "pecause Herp Lengyel iss one. He was the first man on the campus to treat me like a fellow beirik. Second, pecause the kreat de Câmara was an Iota when he attendet Atlantic many years ako."
"Who's this guy de Câmara?"
"Dit you neffer know? My, some of you echucated Earthmen are iknorant of your own history! He was one of the great space-pioneers, the founter of the Viagens Interplanetarias, and the first Earthman to set foot on Osiris."
"Oh. Another Brazzy, eh?"
"Yes. It wass de Câmara who prought the false teeth of our Chief Inspector Ficèsaqha back to Earth from Osiris, and gafe them to Atlantic when they presented him with an honorary degree. Pefore I leat yells at a game, I go up to the museum and gaze upon those teeth. Their sentimental associations inspire me. I am fery sentimental apout Senhor de Câmara, although some of our people claim he stole those teeth and other thinks as well when he left our planet."
At the first pledge meeting, Hithafea squatted down humbly among his fellow pledges, who looked at him with traces of distaste or apprehension. When the prospective members' duties had been explained to them, Fitzgerald and a couple of the other brothers undertook to have a little fun of the sadistic sort associated with initiations. They brought out a couple of wooden paddles, like ping-pong racquets but heavier, and fired nonsensical questions at the freshmen. Those who failed to answer glibly were paddled for ignorance, whereas those who answered glibly were paddled for being fresh.
By and by Hithafea said: "Will nopody pattle me?"
"Why, Monster?" said Fitzgerald. "D'you wanna be?"
"Of course! It is part of peink a pletch. It would preak my heart if I were not pattled the same as the others."
The brothers looked at each other with expressions of bafflement. Brother Brown, indicating Hithafea's streamlined stern, asked:
"How the hell can we? I mean, where's his—uh—I mean, where shall we hit him?"
"Oh, anywhere!" said Hithafea.
Brother Brown, looking a bit unhappy about the whole thing, hauled off with his paddle and whacked Hithafea's scaly haunch. He hit again and again, until Hithafea said:
"I do not efen feel it. Are you sure you are not goink easy on me on purpose? It would wound my feelinks if you dit."
Brown shook his head. "Might as well shoot an elephant with a peashooter. You try, John."
Fitzgerald swung his massive arm and dealt Hithafea a swat that broke the paddle. He wrung his hand, looked at the other brothers, and said:
"Guess we'll have to consider you constructively paddled, Hithafea. Let's get on to business."
The other pledges grinned, evidently glad to escape any further beating. As the brothers had been made to feel a little foolish, the fun seemed to have gone out of paddling for the time being. The brothers sternly commanded the pledges to show up at the house the following night for the Thanksgiving dance, to do the serving and messwork. Moreover they were told to bring three cats each to the next pledge meeting the following week.
Hithafea as usual showed up an hour early for his duties at the dance, wearing a black bow tie around his scaly neck in deference to the formality of the occasion. John Fitzgerald, of course, brought Alice Holm, while Herbert Lengyel came stag and hovered uneasily, trying by an air of bored superiority to mask the fact that he would have liked to bring her himself.
When Hithafea stalked in bearing a fray of refreshments, some of the girls, who were not Atlantic coeds and so had never seen him before, shrieked. Alice, mastering her initial revulsion, said:
"Are you dancing, Hithafea?"
Hithafea said: "Alas, Miss Holm, I could not!"
"Oh, I bet you dance divinely!"
"It is not that. At home on Osiris I perform the fertility tance with the pest of them. Put look at my tail! I should fleet the whole floor to myself, I fear. You have no idea how much trouple a tail is in a worlt where peinks do not normally have them. Every time! try to go through a swingink door—"
"Let's dance, Alice," said Fitzgerald abruptly. "And you, Monster, get to work!"
Alice said: "Why John, I think you're jealous of poor Hithafea! I found him sweet!"
"Me jealous of a slithery reptile? Ha!" sneered Fitzgerald as they spun away in the gymnastic measures of the Zulu.
At the next pledge meeting a great yowling arose when the pledges showed up with three cats apiece, for which they had raided alleys and their friends' houses and the city pound. Brother Brown said:
"Where's Hithafea? The Monster's not usually late—"