The ground seemed dank, and great dark slugs moved heavily upon its greasy surface. Here and there strange pale growths grew in patches twisted, spotted growths that seemed somehow unhealthy and poisonous.
I searched the country ahead, pressing further and further into the line of darkness that was swiftly approaching. As the light of the sun faded, our monstrous searchlights cut into the gloom ahead, their great beams slashing the shadows.
In the dark country I had expected to find little if any vegetable growth. Instead, I found that it was a veritable jungle through which even our searchlight rays could not pass.
How tall the growths of this jungle might be, I could not tell, yet I had the feeling that they were tall indeed. They were not trees, these pale, weedy arms that reached towards the dark sky. They were soft and pulpy, and without leaves; just long naked sickly arms that divided and subdivided and ended in little smooth stumps like amputated limbs.
That there was some kind of activity within the shelter of this weird jungle, was evident enough, for I could catch glimpses, now and then of moving things. But what they might be, even the searching eye of the television disc could not determine.
One of our searchlight beams, waving through the darkness like the curious antenna of some monstrous insect, came to rest upon a spot far ahead. I followed the beam with the disc, and bent closer, to make sure my eyes did not deceive me.
I was looking at a vast cleared place in the pulpy jungle a cleared space in the center of which there was a city.
A city built of black, sweating stone, each house exactly like every other house: tall, thin slices of stone, without windows, chimneys or ornamentation of any kind. The only break in the walls was the slit-like door of each house. Instead of being arranged along streets crossing each other at right angles, these houses were built in concentric circles broken only by four narrow streets then ran from the open space in the center of the city to the four points of the compass. Around the entire city was an exceedingly high wall built of and buttressed with the black, sweating stone of which the houses were constructed.
That it was a densely populated city there was ample evidence. People they were creatures like the messenger; that the Chisee are a people, despite their terrible shape, is hardly debatable were running up and down the four radial streets, and around the curved connecting streets, in the wildest confusion, their double-elbowed arms flung across their eyes. But even as I watched, the crowd thinned and melted swiftly away, until the streets of the queer, circular city were utterly deserted.
The city ahead is not the one we are seeking, sir? asked Croy, who had evidently been observing the scene through one of the smaller television discs. I take it that governing city will be farther in the interior.
According to my rather sketchy information, yes. I replied. However, keep all the searchlight operators busy, going over very bit of the country within the reach of their beams. You have men on all the auxiliary television discs?
Yes, sir.
Good. Any findings of interest should be reported to me instantly. And Mr. Croy!
Yes, sir?
You might order, if you will, that rations be served all men at their posts. Over such country as this, I felt it would be wise to have every man ready for an emergency. It was, perhaps, as well that I issued this order.
It was perhaps half an hour after we had passed the circular city when, far ahead, I could see the pale, unhealthy forest thinning out. A half dozen of our searchlight beams played upon the denuded area, and as I brought the television disc to bear I saw that we were approaching a vast swamp, in which little pools of black water reflected the dazzling light of our searching beams.
Nor was this all. Out of the swamp a thousand strange, winged things were rising: yellowish, bat-like things with forked tails and fierce hooked beaks. And like some obscene miasma from that swamp, they rose and came straight for the Ertak!
Instantly I pressed the attention signal that warned every man on the ship.
All disintegrator rays in action at once! I barked into the transmitter. Broad beams, and full energy. Bird-like creatures, dead ahead; do not cease action until ordered!
I heard the disintegrator ray generators deepen their notes before I finished speaking, and I smiled grimly, turning to Correy.
Slow down as quickly and as much as possible, Mr. Correy, I ordered. We have work to do ahead.
He nodded, and gave the order to the operating room; I felt the forward surge that told me my order was being obeyed, and turned my attention again to the television disc.
The ray operators were doing their work well. The search lights showed the air streaked with fine siftings of greasy dust, and these strange winged creatures were disappearing by the scores as the disintegrator rays beat and played upon them.
But they came on gamely, fiercely. Where there had been thousands, there were but hundreds scores dozens
There were only five left. Three of them disappeared at once, but the two remaining came on unhesitatingly, their dirty yellow bat-like wings flapping heavily, their naked heads outstretched, and hooked beaks snapping.
One of them disappeared in a little sifting of greasy dust, and the same ray dissolved one wing of the remaining creature. He turned over suddenly, the one good wing flapping wildly, and tumbled towards the waiting swamp that has spawned him. Then, as the ray eagerly followed him, the last of that hellish brood disappeared.
Circle slowly, Mr. Correy, I ordered. I wanted to make sure there were none of these terrible creatures left. I felt that nothing so terrible should be left alive even in a world of darkness.
Through the television disc I searched the swamp. As I had half suspected, the filthy ooze held the young of this race of things: grub-like creatures that flipped their heavy bodies about in the slime, alarmed by the light which searched them out.
All disintegrator rays on the swamp, I ordered. Sweep it from margin to margin. Let nothing be left alive there.
I had a well trained crew. The disintegrator rays massed themselves into a marching wall of death, and swept up and down the swamp as a plough turns its furrows.
It was easy to trace their passage, for behind them the swamp disappeared, leaving in its stead row after row of broad, dusty paths. When we had finished there was no swamp: there was only a naked area upon which nothing lived, and upon which, for many years, nothing would grow.
Good work, I commended the disintegrator ray men. Cease action. And then, to Correy, Put her on her course again, please.
An hour went by. We passed several more of the strange, damp circular cities, differing from the first we had seen only in the matter of size. Another hour passed, and I became anxious. If we were on our proper course, and I had understood the Chisee messenger correctly, we should be very close to the governing city. We should
The waving beam of one of the searchlights came suddenly to rest. Three or four other beams followed it and then all the others.
Large city to port, sir! called Croy excitedly.
Thank you. I believe it is our destination. Cut all searchlights except the forward beam. Mr. Correy!
Yes, sir.
You can take her over visually now, I believe. The forward searchlight beam will keep our destination in view for you. Set her down cautiously in the center of the city in any suitable place. And remain at the controls ready for any orders, and have the operating room crew do likewise.
Yes, sir, said Correy crisply.
With a tenseness I could not control, I bent over the hooded television disc and studied the mighty governing city of the Chisee.
The governing city of the Chisee was not unlike the others we had seen, save that it was very much larger, and had eight spoke-like streets radiating from its center, instead of four. The protective wall was both thicker and higher.
There was another difference. Instead of a great open space in the center of the city, there was a central, park-like space, in the middle of which was a massive pile, circular in shape, and built, like all the rest of the city, of the black, sweating rock which seemed to be the sole building material of the Chisee.
We set the Ertak down close to the big circular building, which we guessed and correctly to be the seat of government. I ordered the searchlight ray to be extinguished the moment we landed, and the ethon tubes that illuminated our ship inside to be turned off, so that we might accustom our eyes as much as possible to darkness, finding our way about with small ethon tube flashlights.
With a small guard, I stood at the forward exit of the Ertak and watched the huge circular door back out on its mighty threads, and finally swing to one side on its massive gimbals. Croy the only officer with me and I both wore our menores, and carried full expeditionary equipment, as did the guard.
The Chisee messenger, grimacing and talking excitedly in his sibilant, whispering voice, crouched on all fours (he could not stand in that small space) and waited, three men of the guard on either side of him. I placed his menore on his head and gave him simple, forceful orders, picturing them for him as best I could:
Go from this place and find others of your kind. Tell them that we would speak to them with things such as you have upon your head. Run swiftly!
I will run, he conveyed to me, to those great ones who sent me. He pictured them fleetingly. They were creatures like himself, save that they were elaborately dressed in fine skins of several pale colors, and wore upon their arms, between their two elbows, broad circlets of carved metal which I took to be emblems of power or authority, since the chief of them all wore a very broad band. Their faces were much more intelligent than their messenger had led me to expect, and their eyes, very large and round, and not at all human, were the eyes of thoughtful, reasoning creatures.
Doubled on all fours, the Chisee crept through the circular exit, and straightened up. As he did so, from out of the darkness a score or more of his fellows rushed up, gathering around him, and blocking the exit with their reedy legs. We could hear than talking excitedly in high-pitched, squeaky whispers. Then, suddenly I received an expression from the Chisee who wore the menore:
Those who are with me have come from those in power. They say one of you, and one only, is to come with us to our big men who will learn, through a thing such as I wear upon my head, that which you wish to say to them. You are to come quickly; at once.
I will come, I replied. Have those with you make way
A heavy hand fell upon my shoulder; a voice spoke eagerly in my ear:
Sir, you must not go! It was Croy, and his voice shook with feeling. You are in command of the Ertak; she, and those in her need you. Let me go! I insist, sir!
I turned in the darkness, quickly and angrily.
Mr. Croy, I said swiftly, do you realize that you are speaking to your commanding officer?
I felt his grip tighten on my arm as the reproof struck home.
Yes, sir, he said doggedly. I do. But I repeat that your duty commands you to remain here.
The duty of a commander in this Service leads him to the place of greatest danger, Mr. Croy, I informed him.
Then stay with your ship, sir! he pleaded, craftily. This may be some trick to get you away, so that they may attack us. Please! Cant you see that I am right, sir?
I thought swiftly. The earnestness of the youngster had touched me. Beneath the formality and the sirs there was a real affection between us.
In the darkness I reached for his hand; I found it and shook it solemnly a gesture of Earth which it is hard to explain. It means many things.
Go, then, Andy, I said softly. But do not stay long. An hour at the longest. If you are not back in that length of time, well come after you, and whatever else may happen, you can be sure that you will be well avenged. The Ertak has not lost her stinger.
Thank you, John, he replied. Remember that I shall wear my menore. If I adjust it to full power, and you do likewise, and stand without the shelter of the Ertaks metal hull, I shall be able to communicate with you, should there be any danger. He pressed my hand again, and strode through the exit out into the darkness, which was lit only by a few distant stars.
The long, slim legs closed in around him; like a pigmy guarded by the skeletons of giants he was led quickly away.
The minutes dragged by. There was a nervous tension on the ship, the like of which I have experienced not more than a dozen times in all my years.
No one spoke aloud. Now and again one man would matter uneasily to another; there would be a swift, muttered response, and silence again. We were waiting waiting.
Ten minutes went by. Twenty. Thirty.
Impatiently I paced up and down before the exit, the guards at their posts, ready to obey any orders instantly.
Forty-five minutes. I walked through the exit; stepped out onto the cold, hard earth.
I could see, behind me, the shadowy bulk of the Ertak. Before me, a black, shapeless blot against the star-sprinkled sky, was the great administrative building of the Chisee. And in there, somewhere, was Anderson Croy. I glanced down at the luminous dial of my watch. Fifty minutes. In ten minutes more
John Hanson! My name reached me, faintly but clearly, through the medium of my menore. This is Croy. Do you understand me?
Yes, I replied instantly. Are you safe?
I am safe. All is well. Very well. Will you promise me now to receive what I am about to send, without interruption?
Yes, I replied, thoughtlessly and eagerly. What is it?
I have had a long conference with the chief or head of the Chisee, explained Croy rapidly. He is very intelligent, and his people are much further advanced than we thought.
Through some form of communication, he has learned of the fight with the weird birds; it seems that they are or were the most dreaded of all the creatures of this dark world. Apparently we got the whole brood of them, and this chief, whose name, I gather, is Wieschien, or something like that, is naturally much impressed.
I have given him a demonstration or two with my atomic pistol and the flashlight these people are fairly stricken by a ray of light directly in the eyes and we have reached very favorable terms.
I am to remain here as chief bodyguard and adviser, of which he has need, for all is not peaceful, I gather, in this kingdom of darkness. In return, he is to give up his plans to subjugate the rest of Antri; he has sworn to do this by what is evidently, to him, a very sacred oath, witnessed solemnly by the rest of his council.
Under the circumstances, I believe he will do what he says; in any case, the great canal will be filled in, and the Antrians will have plenty of time to erect a great series of disintegrator ray stations along the entire twilight zone, using the broad fan rays to form a solid wall against which the Chisee could not advance even did they, at some future date, carry out their plans. The worst possible result then would be that the people in the sunlit portion would have to migrate from certain sections, and perhaps would have day and night, alternately, as do other worlds.