He was in the time field, Saxon realized. That was it! He was reliving a segment of his life span that had taken place before he was eleven!
His heart leaped spasmodically. At last the curtain was being raised on those blank years of childhood!
The room into which the man carried him, Saxon saw, was larger that the anteroom and cluttered with strange machinery, ugly machinery. The far wall was a solid bank of windows, through which he could see a green meadow rolling gently away to blue foothills in the distance. Light poured through the windows from a blazing sun high overhead and a second orange sun was just rising.
The man deposited him in a chair. Saxon quit thrashing, as the woman fitted a skull-cap over his head, making minute adjustments. A cable led from the peak of the skull-cap to a frightening machine which the woman bent over next, and set in operation.
Saxon could feel a rush of thought pouring into his brain. Queer thoughts couched in semantically obscure words.
One stood out. "Earth." It was repeated many times before he began to comprehend the import of the alien symbols. "Earth is the third planet of a star known to its inhabitants as Sol!"
With a feeling of strangeness the Saxon who observed realized that the boy was being taught to speak English!
Saxon shook his head groggily, pushed himself to his hands and knees and found himself floating six feet in the air. He had forgotten that the jet drive was still off.
It came back with a suddenness that flung Saxon to the metal deck.