Zerek Oom looked sadly at the spoonful of raw synthetic alcohol left in
the flask from his hip, and gave it to Kel Aran. The Earthman emptied
it into his palm, gently detached the stiffly clinging sandbat from his
shoulder and held it over the reeking liquor. The bright, broken body
stirred weakly, and it sucked at the fluid.
"Setsi," Kel implored. "What is it you have to tell? Is it--Verel?"
The sandbat was silent, sucking avidly at the alcohol. I saw that it
was gravely injured. Two of its six flat limbs were gone. And, over
half its remaining body, the iridescent scales had been fused into a
dull glassy mass.
"Setsi's hurt! Poor Setsi's hurt! She's dying!" The whirring voice came
faintly. "Help her, Kel. Give her grog."
"Tell me!" demanded Kel Aran. "Where is Verel? Do you know?"
The bright many-colored fragment of the silicic being clung to his big
hand. The solitary dark eye in the middle of its vivid pattern stared
up at him sorrowfully.
"Setsi's come a long way to tell you, Kel." The melodious warbling was
so low, beneath the thundering chaos of the robots' assault, that we
had to bend intently forward to hear. "Oh, what a long and dreadful
way! For she's injured, Kel, oh, so sorely! And the machines rule all
the planets she could find, but this. Oh, those evil machines, so
blackly evil! They destroy all life. And they have no grog for Setsi!"
The Earthman shook the little shining being, and gazed impatiently into
its single eye.
"But, Verel? Where's she?"
"Oh, Kel!" sobbed that faint liquid voice. "Don't be angry with poor
Setsi. For she has come so far to tell you, Kel! She had flown all the
way from dead Ledros. She's crossed scores of light years of hostile
space. Wounded and tired and all alone, she came to tell you, Kel!"
"Tell me what?"
Bright membranes fluttered. Like some incredible, diamond-winged moth,
the sandbat lifted briefly from his hand. It dropped back, and clung.
"Setsi's come to tell you that she found Verel, Kel. When she was out
alone in space, on the long, long way from Ledros, Kel, her mind found
Verel's. Found Verel all alone, Kel. Oh, all alone, Kel. And so in need
of aid! For the robots hunt her, Kel. And she has lost the Stone!"
"Where is she?" whispered Kel Aran. "Please, Setsi! _Where_--"
"She's on Meldoon, Kel," came that tiny whir. "Setsi found her on
Meldoon, where we are. She's been on Black Mystoon, Kel. Malgarth held
her there. Oh, Kel, that's a fearful place! Guarded Mystoon, where
old Malgarth hides! But she escaped it, Kel. She came to Meldoon. She
tried to enter Achnor. For Achnor is the last city, Kel. But the robots
turned her back. She fled into the desert, Kel. For her geodesic sled
was wrecked. She's hiding in the desert, Kel. In the grim, gray desert
of Kaanat. The robots hunt her, there. She's in danger, Kel. Oh, what
black danger!"
"Where? Can you show us?"
"Setsi'll guide you, Kel. She'll show you--if she lives, Kel. For poor
old Setsi's dying. Her long, long days are done. Soon she'll join those
other two. She'll try to show you, Kel, before she's gone. But she must
have a little rum! Setsi's come so far, Kel. Her wound's so grave.
She'd die now, Kel, without her rum!"
* * * * *
And the sandbat stiffened suddenly on the Earthman's hand, like some
strange diamond-dusted jewel.
"Come!" shouted Kel Aran. "We've got to go to Verel."
We started back toward the park where we had left the _Barihorn_. It
was a march through pandemonium. The robot fleet still hailed death
into the city, and the metal invaders still swarmed through the gap
in the northward defenses. One red mighty ship had fallen across our
route. Its mechanical crew survived; it was a mile-long fortress of
the enemy, within the city. Flaming rays and fearful explosions met a
desperate attempt to storm it. And a metal column came to its aid, led
by the trim, silver-winged New Robots.
A sluggish, creeping mountain of purple-shining gas blocked our
progress. Dim-seen men within it shrieked and died and flowed into
black thick liquid. We took masks from the dead without, and plunged
into it.
Kel Aran led the way, clutching the thin bright fragment of Setsi.
Jeron Roc stalked beside him, tall and dark and implacable. Zerek Oom
was very sober again, green behind his mask. Wizened little Rogo Nug
was missing. But he rejoined us suddenly, triumphantly displaying a
great bundle of the rust-colored roots of _goona-roon_--he had raided
the hoarded stock of a wealthy trader.
We came to the tiny ship, half buried in debris, but unharmed. It
carried us upward again, through the glare and din of death. The doomed
city dropped beneath, a greenish, red-struck, thunder-shaken storm
cloud on the dark face of the planet. We turned eastward, toward the
vast flat desert region of Kaanat.
Zerek Oom opened his last treasured bottle of rum. It revived the
stiffened sandbat, but feebly.
"Hurry, Kel!" came its faint trill. "Oh, hurry! For Verel is in danger!
And Setsi may die before she can show you the way. Hurry, hurry! And
find more rum for Setsi!"
Kel Aran held his ear close above the feebly vibrating membrane.
Setsi's voice had become too faint for the rest of us to hear. He
relayed her directions to Jeron, at the controls.
The land beneath us had been desolated by the victorious robots,
ruthlessly. Buildings had been burned, masonry blasted, life blotted
from field and forest with poison sprays. There remained only a sere
wilderness of barren soil and naked stone.
In the universe of the triumphant robots, life would be exterminated.
"In that canyon!" The voice of Kel Aran was tense and dry. "Beyond the
plain."
He laid his ear back upon the bright crystalline thing on his hand. And
Jeron dropped our little craft into a vast rugged gorge. Dark jagged
walls tumbled down, red and brown and black, swallowing the silver
filament of a buried river.
Here and there, however, in some inaccessible crevice, I saw some tiny
glint of precious green--some bit of grass or shrub that had escaped
the robots. Life was yet a stubborn thing.
The _Barihorn_ slipped around dark fantastic battlements of
age-weathered stone, and passed the grim towers that guarded a
tributary gorge. Something flashed, then, on a narrow ledge ahead. And
the sandbat fluttered briefly on the hand of Kel Aran.
"Oh, there she is," I heard the whirring trill. "There's your Verel,
Kel! Your lovely Verel, Kel. And the frightful things that stalk her!"
That sad, solitary eye seemed to cloud and darken. "Now, it's farewell,
Kel. Oh, forever farewell, to all the long, long life that Setsi's
lived." The sobbing warble was almost too faint to hear. "There'll be
no more grog for Setsi."
* * * * *
And she stiffened abruptly on the Earthman's hand.
"Here." The eyes of Zerek Oom glistened wetly, and he offered his
bottle. "Give her rum, Kel. All of it."
"No." Kel Aran shook his head. "I think--Setsi's dead!"
Hard and fragile as some broken toy of blown glass, the silicic being
lay on his trembling palm. The queer still fragment of a gorgeous
crystalline flower, green and purple and scarlet and blue.
"Queer," muttered Jeron from his levers. "To think that she had lived
since man was born on Earth. And now that she is dead."
But we had no more thought, just then, for Setsi. Kel Aran was already
pointing through the ports, shouting. I saw a weary human figure
stagger across the ledge ahead, and drop behind a boulder. A bright
ray stabbed, and stabbed again. And I saw two bright graceful things
wheeling and diving above her, like silver hawks. Two of the New Robots!
"It's Verel!" Kel Aran was sobbing. "This time _really_--Verel!" His
lean hand swept Jeron back from the controls, hurled the _Barihorn_
into a reckless dive. And he began to hum the chorus of his old song,
"till I find her or I die."
The deadly velocity of that unexpected dive, the deadly skill of the
Earthman at the controls, caught one of the winged robots square on the
nose of the _Barihorn_, smashed it to bright fragments. The Saturnian
tumbled up into the gun turret, to reach our little barytron projector.
But the second metal thing had already fled up the gorge. It was gone
between two pillars of time-carved stone, before Kel could turn the
ship again.
"It will give the alarm!" he muttered. Then his voice was choked with
joy. "But Verel! We have found her."
He dropped our little ship lightly on the ledge, and leaped out
through the valve. The girl swayed to her feet, and stared at him
incredulously. Her young body showed the blue pinch of want. She was
ragged, scratched, bruised. A heavy, clumsy-looking cathode gun--a
weapon she must have taken from the robots--was clutched in her thin
hands. Yet, for all that, she was beautiful.
I could see the lovely Verel Erin that Kel Aran had loved and
surrendered in that hidden valley on the Earth. For her hollowed eyes
were blue and her hair was a spun-gold tangle, and her tanned face
still had a lean honest grace.
She came limping very slowly to meet Kel. The heavy weapon fell from
her hands. A queer, stricken wonder had stiffened her face. She reached
out a trembling hand, touched his shoulder, his lips. And a slow,
transcendent joy illuminated her features.
"Kel!" she said softly, "you've come."
The Earthman moved hungrily, to take her in his arms. But she withdrew.
All the joy fled from her face, leaving it bleak and gaunt with pain.
"The Stone, Kel!" she cried bitterly. "I've lost the Stone! Malgarth
has it, still, in his guarded temple on Black Mystoon."