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Smith
,
we
are
honored
and
happy
to
have
you
here
as
our
guest
today
.
We
hope
that
you
will
consider
the
planet
Earth
your
home
quite
as
much
as
the
planet
of
your
birth
,
our
neighbor
–
our
good
neighbor
–
Mars
-
"
He
went
on
at
some
length
,
in
careful
,
rounded
,
pleasant
periods
,
which
did
not
quite
say
anything
.
Mike
was
welcome
–
but
whether
he
was
welcome
as
a
sovereign
,
as
a
tourist
from
abroad
,
or
as
a
citizen
returning
home
,
was
quite
impossible
to
determine
(
Jubal
decided
)
from
Douglas
’
words
.
Jubal
watched
Douglas
,
hoping
to
catch
his
eye
,
looking
for
some
nod
or
expression
that
would
show
how
Douglas
had
taken
the
letter
Jubal
had
sent
to
him
by
hand
immediately
on
arrival
.
But
Douglas
never
looked
at
him
.
Presently
Douglas
concluded
,
still
having
said
nothing
and
said
it
very
well
.
Jubal
said
quietly
,
"
Now
,
Mike
.
"
Smith
addressed
the
Secretary
General
–
in
Martian
.
But
he
cut
it
off
before
consternation
could
build
up
and
said
gravely
:
"
Mr
.
Secretary
General
of
the
Federation
of
Free
Nations
of
the
Planet
Earth
-
"
then
went
on
again
in
Martian
.
Then
in
English
:
"
-
we
thank
you
for
our
welcome
here
today
.
We
bring
greetings
to
the
peoples
of
Earth
from
the
Ancient
Ones
of
Mars
-
"
and
shifted
again
into
Martian
.
Jubal
felt
that
"
Ancient
Ones
"
was
a
good
touch
;
it
carried
more
bulge
than
"
Old
Ones
"
and
Mike
had
not
objected
to
the
change
in
terminology
.
In
fact
,
while
Mike
had
insisted
on
"
speaking
rightly
,
"
Jubal
’
s
draft
had
not
required
much
editing
.
It
had
been
Jill
’
s
idea
to
alternate
,
sentence
by
sentence
,
a
Martian
version
and
an
English
version
–
and
Jubal
admitted
with
warm
pleasure
that
her
gimmick
puffed
up
a
formal
little
speech
as
devoid
of
real
content
as
a
campaign
promise
into
something
as
rollingly
impressive
as
Wagnerian
opera
.
(
And
about
as
hard
to
figure
out
,
Jubal
added
.
)
It
didn
’
t
matter
to
Mike
.
He
could
insert
the
Martian
translation
as
easily
as
he
could
memorize
and
recite
the
edited
English
version
,
i
.
e
.
,
without
effort
for
either
.
If
it
would
please
his
water
brothers
to
say
these
sayings
,
it
made
Mike
happy
.
Someone
touched
Jubal
on
the
shoulder
,
shoved
an
envelope
in
his
hand
,
and
whispered
,
"
From
the
Secretary
General
.
"
Jubal
looked
up
,
saw
that
it
was
Bradley
,
hurrying
silently
away
.
Jubal
opened
the
envelope
in
his
lap
,
glanced
at
the
single
sheet
inside
.
