The next day, Dan left in a spacetug that Galactic was sending on a
practice trip through subspace to Porcys. From the tug, he went by
mataform to the lab ship in the Porcyn sea. Here he learned that he had
only twenty minutes during which conditions would be right to make the
next mataform jump to a trawler close to the mainland.
Dan had wanted to talk to the men on the lab ship and learn all they
could tell him about the planet. This being impossible, he determined
to question the trawler crew to the limit of their patience.
When Dan reached the trawler, it was dancing like a blown leaf in a
high wind. He became miserably seasick. That evening, there was a
violent electrical storm which lasted into the early morning.
Dan spent the whole night nauseously gripping the edge of his bunk, his
legs braced against the violent heave and lurch of the trawler.
Before dawn of the next day, aching in every muscle, his insides sore
and tender, his mind fuzzy from lack of sleep, Dan was set ashore on a
dark, quiet and foggy strip of beach. He stood for a moment in the soft
sand, feeling it seem to dip underfoot.
This, he thought, was undoubtedly the worst start he had ever made on
any planet anywhere.
From around him in the impenetrable fog came distant croakings,
whistlings and hisses. The sounds were an unpleasant suggestion that
something else had gone wrong. Between bouts of sickness, Dan had tried
to arrange with the crew to land him near the outskirts of a Porcyn
city. But the sounds were those of the open country.
What Dan wanted was to go through the outskirts of the city before
many people were moving around. He could learn a great deal from their
homes, their means of transportation and the actions of a few early
risers. He could learn from the things he expected to see, or from the
lack of them, _if_ he was there to see them.
Dan moved slowly inland, crossed a ditch and came to what seemed to
be a macadam road. He checked his directions and started to walk. He
forced the pace so his breath came hard, and hoped it would pump some
life into his dulled brain and muscles.
As his senses gradually began to waken, Dan became aware of an odd
_swish-swish, swish-swish_, like a broom dusting lightly over the
pavement behind him. The sound drew steadily closer.
Dan halted abruptly.
The sound stopped, too.
He walked on.
_Swish-swish._
He whirled.
Silence.
* * * * *
Dan listened carefully. The sound could be that of whatever on Porcys
corresponded to a playful puppy--or to a rattlesnake.
He stepped sharply forward.
_Swish-swish._ It was behind him.
He whirled.
There was a feeling of innumerable hairy spiders running over him from
head to foot. The vague shape of a net formed and vanished in the gloom
before him. He lashed out and hit the dark and the fog.
_Swish-swish._ It was moving away.
He stood still while the sound faded to a whisper and was gone. Then
he started to walk. He was sure that what had just happened meant
something, but _what_ it meant was a different question. At least, he
thought ruefully, he was wider awake now.
He walked on as the sky grew lighter. Then the fog shifted to show a
solid mass of low blocky buildings across the road ahead. The road
itself disappeared into a tunnel under one of the buildings. To one
side, a waist-high metal rail closed off the end of one of the city's
streets. Dan walked off the road toward the rail. His eye was caught
by the building ahead. Each was exactly the same height, about two to
three Earth stories high. They were laid out along a geometrically
straight border with no transition between city and farmland.
There was a faint hum. Then a long, low streak, its front end rounded
like a horseshoe crab, shot out of the tunnel under the building beside
him and vanished along the road where he'd just been walking.
Now Dan saw a small modest sign beside the road.
Care
High-Speed
Vehicles Only
--_Swept_--
Dan crossed the rail at the end of the street with great caution.
The Porcyn clothing he was wearing consisted of low leather boots,
long green hose, leather shorts, a bright purple blouse and a sky-blue
cape. Dan bunched the cape in his hand and thrust it ahead of him as
he crossed the rail, for some races were finicky about their exits and
entrances. The straight, sharp boundary between city and farmland,
and the identical buildings, suggested to Dan that here was a race
controlled by strict rules and forms, and he was making an obviously
unauthorized entrance.
It was with relief that he stood on the opposite side, within the city.
He glanced back at the sign and wondered what "Swept" meant. Then he
gave his attention to the buildings ahead of him.
* * * * *
Low at first, the buildings rose regularly to a greater height, as far
as the fog would let him see. Dan remembered the storm of the night
before and wondered if the progressive heightening of the buildings was
designed to break the force of the wind. The buildings themselves were
massive, with few and narrow windows, and wide heavy doors opening on
the street.
Dan walked farther into the city and found that the street took
right-angle bends at regular intervals, probably also to break the
wind. There was no one in sight, and no vehicles.
Dan decided he was probably in a warehouse district.
He paused to look at a partly erected new building, built on the
pattern of the rest. Then he heard from up the street a grunting,
straining sound interspersed with whistling puffs. There was a stamping
noise, a _thud_ and the clash of metal.
Dan ran as quietly as he could up the street, stopped, glanced around
one of the right-angle bends. He was sure the sound had come from there.
The street was empty.
Dan walked closer and studied a large brass plate set in the base of
a building. It looked about twenty inches high by thirty wide with a
rough finish. In the center of the plate was a single word: