Knowing that the robots would soon be after us, we left the great
planet Meldoon, and fled again into the wastes of space. When we had
given her a little to eat and to drink, for the robots had left
nothing in this land to sustain any living thing, Verel Erin whispered
her story.
Jeron stood by the controls, scanning the telescreen for inevitable
pursuit. Little Rogo Nug was tending his hard-driven converters. Zerek
Oom, rattling pans in the galley, was cooking up some delicacy for the
famished girl. Pale and thin from all her hardships, but yet beautiful,
she lay on a narrow bunk. Kel Aran and I stood beside her, and the
Earthman grasped her hand.
"We saw the Earth flung into the Sun," said Kel Aran. "And the fleet of
Gugon Kul destroying all who sought to escape. A dreadful time!" His
voice was husky. "We hardly dared hope for you, Verel."
The girl's blue eyes looked a long time up at his face, in them a blend
of joy and dread that somehow wrenched the heart. She caught a deep,
sobbing breath, at last, and whispered:
"It's a long time, Kel. A long, long time, since we herded goats in
the hidden valley, and climbed to the eagle's nest! Since I was chosen
Custodian, and you went away to be a rover of space. Since--" Her
whisper caught. "Since the end of the Earth!"
"Tell me." The Earthman bent closer. "What happened?"
"From the observatory on the peak," she breathed, "we saw the fleet
come. All the planet was riven with the forces that checked it in its
orbit. The sky was shadowed by day and luridly bright by night. Quakes
and tidal waves drove us to the uplands. Soon it was clear that the
Earth indeed was doomed.
"Then the Warders opened the cave where the ship of escape had been
always kept provisioned and ready, against discovery. A crew was
chosen, by lot. And I went aboard, with the Stone. The Earth had
already dropped past Venus, when the last night fell. We tried to run
up the cone of shadow. But a magnetic ray caught us, and the fleet was
warned.
"We tried to fight--to fly." Her eyes closed a moment, and her thin
face was rigid with pain. "It was no use. We were the prey Malgarth had
sent them to hunt. We were brushed with a barytron beam."
She gulped, and her hand went tense in Kel's.
"I woke up in a hospital room on Gugon Kul's flagship, with a humming
robot nurse bending over me. All the Warders--all the people I had ever
known but you, Kel--and I knew only that you had been lost ten years in
space--they all were dead. And the Stone had been taken from me!"
Kel Aran touched her pale brow, softly.
"And what then, Verel."
"When I could walk, robots took me from the room, and up to Gugon Kul.
He laughed, and made the robots drag me to a port, and I saw the end of
the world. A tiny dark circle splashed in the Sun, and was gone. The
Earth--gone!
"Then I was put on a tender ship of the Space Police. I saw no more
human beings, Kel. But only whirring, clicking, clattering robots,
staring at me with cold blue lenses that had no feeling." She shuddered
on the bunk. "A world of machines, without any voices, any laughter,
any emotion you could understand. It was dreadful, Kel. Horrible!"
* * * * *
He caught her trembling hand again, waited.
"The robot police took me to some agency of the Corporation," her dry
weary whisper resumed. "There they put me on a larger ship, that was
laden with the loot of planets that the robots had vanquished. That
carried me to some other world. The robot nurses drugged me as we
landed. When I came to, we were on another ship, out in space again.
"That ship took me to Mystoon!"
She lay motionless for a long time, then, with her eyes closed again.
Her breath was a faint dry sobbing sound. Softly, the Earthman brushed
the glistening tangle of yellow hair back from her forehead.
"Mystoon?" he asked at last. "What's it like, Verel?"
The blue eyes opened, somber pools of dread.
"Don't ask me, Kel," she whispered. "I can't endure to talk of Black
Mystoon. Not now. No more than I must--Malgarth's there. It has been
his hidden fortress for half a million years. It's guarded well. I
think I'm the first human being to escape it--if any had been taken
there before me. I did it only because I had to find you, Kel. _Had_
to!"
She clutched his hand again, and sighed.
"But still Malgarth has the Stone, on Mystoon. He has preserved it,
trying to find in it the secret of his own mortality. I saw it once,
while they were making that--that copy of me."
She shuddered again.
"The Stone?" Urgency tensed the Earthman's voice. "Still it has the
power to destroy Malgarth?"
The golden head nodded, on the bunk.
"Still it holds the ancient secret, that Barihorn entrusted to
it. And now at last it is willing to strike--for clearly no other
recourse is left. The Shadow of the Stone came to me before I escaped,
and begged for aid to strike. It begged me to send you, Kel, and
Barihorn--Barihorn, who it told me had returned to crush his old
creation! It foretold that I should find you on Meldoon. And it aided
me to plan the escape."
Dark with wonder, her blue eyes came briefly to my face.
"And you are Barihorn," she breathed. "Maker of Malgarth! Well, it's
time you returned! Still the Shadow waits, within the Stone. But it
won't endure for long, after Malgarth's science has got its secret."
Kel Aran was asking:
"You escaped from Mystoon? How?"
The girl's eyes went back to him.
"I followed the Shadow's plan," she whispered. "It showed me how to
snatch the cathode gun from the robot guard who brought me food. How to
escape through the long black corridors of Malgarth's temple. How to
reach the geodesic sled that was waiting for one of his silver-winged
robot commanders. There was pursuit. But the ship was very swift. And I
_had_ to reach you, Kel!"
The Earthman then bent over her, tensely.
"You did." And his voice snapped with the question: "Can you guide us
back to Mystoon, Verel? Do you know the way?"
Faintly, she nodded again.
"It's a long, strange way, Kel. But I can try. For we must reach the
Stone before it is destroyed."
"Or," Kel Aran put in grimly, "before we are!"
Then I ventured to ask an anxious question.
"If this Stone has the power to destroy Malgarth," I asked, "why
doesn't it destroy him?"
"If it were as simple as that--" The girl's somber, curious eyes came
to me again. "The ages must have fogged your memory, Barihorn. The
Stone has the secret of Malgarth's doom, yes. But it has no power to
act alone. The Shadow can only guide its human helpers. That is why
there were Custodian and Warders."
* * * * *
Her head shook gravely.
"No, Barihorn, the Stone can never strike at Malgarth, unless we arrive
to aid it."
Red stars followed us again--the repulsors of pursuing robot ships.
But Kel Aran, singing a gay new song of the return of Barihorn and the
vengeance of the old Dondara Stone, drove our tiny ship through a dark
asteroid cluster. The ponderous cruisers of the fleet were delayed in
finding safe passage through those black hurtling islands of space. We
gained a little margin of time. And then, with Verel for a guide, Jeron
turned the _Barihorn_ toward the secret world of Malgarth's lair.
It was toward the great Horse's Head nebula in Orion that she directed
us, that strange ink-black silhouette against the stars that had so
puzzled the astronomers of my own day. Twice again we evaded the red
stars that pursued. And at last the girl guided us into the dark peril
of the stellar cloud.
Vast beyond comprehension, it was a lightless cosmic desert of drifting
dust and hurtling rocks and plunging planetary bodies. On all the space
charts it was marked, _dangerous, impenetrable_; all shipping was
warned to keep two light years clear of its dark fringes.
But Malgarth, it seemed, had found a safe path through its perils,
half a million years ago. With Verel's aid, we found that path, and
followed it. And all the stars were lost in that cloud of universal
darkness--even the crimson stars that had pressed so close behind us.
"I think we have left them," said Verel Erin. "For even the most of the
robots do not know the dark way we go.--But there are others enough,
waiting for us. Mystoon is guarded well."
That was a strange passage. There was no light, not even any glow of
rare _nebulium_. There was only the pattern of unseen magnetic fields
to guide us, only fancy to picture the dark walls of death beside us.
Once a frightful hail of meteoric fragments, penetrating even the
deflector fields, battered the tiny ship deafeningly. The guiding
field-potentials had shifted since she passed, Verel said despairingly.
We were lost in that sea of darkness.
But Kel Aran took the controls, and brought us safely out of the meteor
swarm. And the pale anxious girl, studying the dials, presently found
her bearings again. The _Barihorn_ slipped ahead down that unseen
passage. And at last there was light ahead!
A dull-red, ominous glow.
"See the red!" Verel whispered. "That is the zone of destroying
radiation, that Malgarth set up to guard Mystoon. A spherical field of
force. The black planet is within it."
The crimson shone murkily through clouds of nebular dust. Dark rivers
of hurtling stony fragments drew deadly curtains across it. But we came
at last into the more open center of the nebula, and dropped toward
that gigantic globe of somber red.
"The force-field is a billion miles in diameter," Verel told us. "It
acts to repulse or disintegrate all matter that approaches. Thus it
serves to guard Mystoon from stray fragments of the nebula--as well as
from such guests as ourselves!"
"How can we pass it?" the Saturnian pilot asked.
"The ships of Malgarth have coils that set up a neutralizing field,"
she told him. "The craft on which I escaped had such a unit. But I
didn't learn the design. The only way is to hit it at full power. And
hope!"
"I don't know--"
Jeron studied a row of dials, and shook his swarthy head.
"From what the analyzers show, I don't know--"
* * * * *
Humming some gay ballad of space, the yellow-haired Earthman stepped
lightly to the control bars.
"I'll take over, Jeron," he said. "We've got to go through."
A brief consultation with the girl, a hasty check of field-intensities,
and he called to Rogo Nug to push his converters to full power. The
whole ship sang to the musical hum of the engines, and the _Barihorn_
plunged toward that crimson ball.
It expanded before us, against the dark angry clouds of the nebula,
like the glowing sphere of some giant sun. And its barrier forces, I
knew, could be as deadly as the incandescent gases of a Betelgeuse or
an Antares!
The Earthman stood crouched grimly over the controls. The last girl of
Earth stood close beside him, one hand trembling on his shoulder.
"We may not pass," her soft voice husked. "But if we must die--the last
hope of man--then I would have it this way.--Even in death, there can
be a victory."
And her voice joined then, with his, in the chorus of that rollicking,
picaresque ballad of space.
That red and awesome globe grew before us, until suddenly, through
some trick of refraction, it was a globe no longer, but a colossal
incandescent bowl--and we were plunging straight toward its fiery
bottom.
I heard the quick catch in the breath of Kel Aran, saw the whiteness on
his face and the sudden tensity of his arms on the bright control bars.
His song was cut off. And Verel, a broken note dying in her throat,
turned to him in choked apprehension.
The _Barihorn_ had met some tremendous force. It lurched and rocked and
veered against Kel's guiding skill as if we had encountered a mighty
headwind. The even song of the converters had become a thin-drawn
screaming. I heard the startled nasal plaint of little Rogo Nug:
"By Malgarth's brazen belly! _Burning up_--"
For, suddenly, the ship was intolerably hot!
I have held a piece of iron in my hand, in the field of a powerful
magnet, until it was heated blistering hot by the hysteresis effect.
I have seen a potato cooked with ultra-short radio waves. Some force
in that radiation-barrier produced a similar phenomenon--but a million
times more intense.
The ship was plunging through a cloud of angry red. It seemed to me
that the very metal of her hull was almost incandescent. Paint bubbled
and smoked. The air, when I tried to inhale, seared my lungs. A million
needles of intolerable heat were probing my body.
Verel Erin slipped down in a little white heap, beside Kel Aran. Big
Zerek Oom came swaying out of his galley, with a wet towel wrapped
around his head.
"That cursed stove!" he gasped. "Gone wrong--"
He toppled, in the corridor.
* * * * *
The grimly crouching Earthman swayed over the controls, and dashed
perspiration out of his eyes. I smelt burning skin, and saw the white
smoke from his hands, where they gripped the metal bars.
"Barihorn!" he gasped. "If you can lift Verel--the hot deck--"
Another quarter minute, I think, would have completed the matter of
roasting us. But we had struck the barrier zone with a velocity many
times that of light. Despite the repulsion that had checked our flight,
that terrific momentum carried us through.
For suddenly the probing blades of heat were gone from my body. Metal
was still blistering to the touch, the air still stifling. But
thermostats were clicking, and a cool refreshing breath came from the
ventilators.
"We're inside the barrier sphere," whispered Kel Aran, triumphantly.
"And _there_--there's Mystoon!"
The girl swayed in my arms, conscious again. We staggered toward the
ports. They glowed with dusky red. We were inside a hollow ball of
murky crimson--a universe of glaring red!
Jeron came back to the controls. Gingerly, with his scorched hands,
Kel Aran set the telescreen upon Mystoon. A huge planet, black against
that barrier of lurid red. Its rugged surface was crystallized into
fantastic monolithic mountains, cleft with frightful gorges.
Verel caught her breath, and pointed at the screen.
"Below!" she gasped. "Malgarth's pit!"
A yawning midnight chasm grew upon the screen. It must have been a
hundred miles across. The instrument revealed no bottom. Interminable
walls of black, incredibly massive fortifications ringed its lip. Vast
fields beyond them, leveled in that cragged wilderness, were patterned
with row upon row of battleships of space, their mile-long red spindles
looking tiny as toys.
"Where--" Kel Aran was voiceless, huskily whispering. "The robot? The
Stone?"
"The dark temple of Malgarth stands upon a guarded island," the girl
breathed, "on the red sea that floors the pit. That is many hundred
miles below the mouth. We must pass the fleet, and the forts, and the
batteries in the caves below, and the robot hordes that guard the
temple. The Stone will be somewhere there. Unless Malgarth--"
Her low voice was cut off. Wordless, she stared at the screen. A
terrible silence throbbed in the tiny control room, and became
intolerable. For a thing was rising from the black circle of
Malgarth's pit.
Something--incredible!
The trembling hand of Kel Aran touched the Earth girl's shoulder. She
pulled her dread-distended eyes from the thing upon the screen, and
read the question on his face, and shook her head mutely.
The thing was like a ray of blackness. But I knew that it
was--_palpable!_ It did not spread with increasing distance from its
source. And it was not straight. It writhed and twisted like something
living.
It was an inconceivable tentacle of solid darkness, reaching out of the
planet, groping for our ship!
"Power!" Jeron gasped a frantic appeal into the engine room phone. "For
man's sake, Rogo--power!"
The _Barihorn_ spun fleetly aside--but all her speed was as nothing.
For that Midgard Serpent recoiled. It paused, and arched its ebon
coils. Its blind head seemed to watch our frantic flight. Then--it
struck!
[Illustration: It paused and arched its ebon coils--then, it struck!]
Choking darkness filled the ship. Blackness that was absolute! It
pressed upon me, so that I could move no limb. All my senses were
smothered. I could hear no voice. Even the racing thrum of the engines
was stilled.