Vladimir seemed to be having a brief battle within himself. Finally he sighed. “Yes. It’s my Ligeia.”
“I’ve got something interesting here,” said Knibbs. The other two turned to him. “According to the computer, the asteroid was named almost a century ago by Mortimer Highsmith.”
“So?” asked FarTrekker.
Knibbs smiled. “He was a widower.”
“That’s all?” said Vladimir.
“He never came back.”
“Where did he die?” asked Fartrekker.
“No one knows,” answered Knibbs.
FarTrekker looked at the viewscreen. “We’ll find his body there,” he said, pointing to Anthemoessa. “Unless he’s still alive.”
“He’d be about a hundred and forty years old,” noted Knibbs.
“Who knows what wonders can transpire on Anthemoessa?” replied FarTrekker. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“He’d better not have laid a hand on my Ligeia!” muttered Vladimir.
“Maybe we should think this through,” said Knibbs. “If they’re Sirens or the equivalent, who knows what will happen if we answer their call? It’s a strange and not always friendly universe out here.”
The three men fell silent for a moment, considering their options—but the ship didn’t fall silent, and the hauntingly beautiful melody permeated every atom of it.
Finally FarTrekker spoke. “Listening to this melody for the past ten minutes has made me happier than any time since my Leucosia died. It should hurt, but it doesn’t; it brings her back to me, and the only thing that hurts is being apart from her.” He looked at his two shipmates. “Maybe they’re who we hope they are. Maybe we’re in some parallel universe where they didn’t die. Maybe they’re Sirens. And maybe they’re something else.” He paused briefly. “Has anyone got anything better to do?”
Nobody did, FarTrekker saw no reason to report what had happened, none of the three had any soulmate to say good-bye to, and the Argo altered course and headed for Anthemoessa and out of this story.
What happened?
Well, the pundits say that they were either struck by an asteroid or crashed into one. The cynics say they knew they couldn’t win and were afraid to show their faces ever again. The romantics say they found exactly what they were looking for.
Who was right?
Anyone who wants can find out. Anthemoessa is still up there, its song available to anyone who is willing to listen.