Crossroads of Destiny

Crossroads of Destiny

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Title: Crossroads of Destiny
Author: Henry Beam Piper
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Crossroads of Destiny
by
H. Beam Piper
No wonder he'd been so interested in the talk of whether our people accepted these
theories!
* * * * *

Readers who remember the Hon. Stephen Silk, diplomat extraordinary, in LONE STAR
PLANET (FU, March 1957), later published as A PLANET FOR TEXANS (Ace Books),
will find the present story a challenging departure--this possibility that the history we
know may not be absolute....
* * * * *

CROSSROADS OF DESTINY
I still have the dollar bill. It's in my box at the bank, and I think that's where it will stay. I
simply won't destroy it, but I can think of nobody to whom I'd be willing to show
it--certainly nobody at the college, my History Department colleagues least of all. Merely
to tell the story would brand me irredeemably as a crackpot, but crackpots are tolerated,
even on college faculties. It's only when they begin producing physical evidence that they
get themselves actively resented.
* * * * *
When I went into the club-car for a nightcap before going back to my compartment to
turn in, there were five men there, sitting together.
One was an Army officer, with the insignia and badges of a Staff Intelligence colonel.
Next to him was a man of about my own age, with sandy hair and a bony, Scottish
looking face, who sat staring silently into a highball which he held in both hands. Across
the aisle, an elderly man, who could have been a lawyer or a banker, was smoking a cigar
over a glass of port, and beside him sat a plump and slightly too well groomed individual
who had a tall colorless drink, probably gin-and-tonic. The fifth man, separated from him
by a vacant chair, seemed to be dividing his attention between a book on his lap and the
conversation, in which he was taking no part. I sat down beside the sandy-haired man; as
I did so and rang for the waiter, the colonel was saying:
"No, that wouldn't. I can think of a better one. Suppose you have Columbus get his ships
from Henry the Seventh of England and sail under the English instead of the Spanish flag.
You know, he did try to get English backing, before he went to Spain, but King Henry
turned him down. That could be changed."
I pricked up my ears. The period from 1492 to the Revolution is my special field of
American history, and I knew, at once, the enormous difference that would have made. It
was a moment later that I realized how oddly the colonel had expressed the idea, and by
that time the plump man was speaking.
"Yes, that would work," he agreed. "Those kings made decisions, most of the time, on
whether or not they had a hangover, or what some court favorite thought." He got out a
notebook and pen and scribbled briefly. "I'll hand that to the planning staff when I get to
New York. That's Henry the Seventh, not Henry the Eighth? Right. We'll fix it so that
Columbus will catch him when he's in a good humor."

That was too much. I turned to the man beside me.
"What goes on?" I asked. "Has somebody invented a time machine?"
He looked up from the drink he was contemplating and gave me a grin.
"Sounds like it, doesn't it? Why, no; our friend here is getting up a television program.
Tell the gentleman about it," he urged the plump man across the aisle.
The waiter arrived at that moment. The plump man, who seemed to need little urging,
waited until I had ordered a drink and then began telling me what a positively sensational
idea it was.
"We're calling it Crossroads of Destiny," he said. "It'll be a series, one half-hour show a
week; in each episode, we'll take some historic event and show how history could have
been changed if something had happened differently. We