THE CAVES OF KAR

Myles Cabot awoke in bed, presumably his own bed, feeling very

comfortable and very tired. For a long time he lingered in that twilight

zone which lies between dreamland and reality, dimly conscious of a

nightmare series of events, and dimly reassured by the conviction that

these events had merely been a nightmare after all, and that everything

was well with him and his loved ones.

Then he slept once more, and, when at last he woke again, it was with

the clouded brain of high fever. Thus for many days he lay and tossed,

and was ministered unto by tender hands, with no very clear realization

of where, or even who, he might be.

Occasionally he even imagined that he heard human voices speaking in a

strange and alien tongue, which of course was impossible, for Cupians

are the only humans on Poros, and they radiate, instead of giving forth

audible speech.

Finally, after many days, his brain cleared, and he was able to take an

interest in his surroundings. He was alone in a small cell hewn from the

solid rock, but equipped with every modern convenience and lighted with

electric vapor lamps.

He called aloud, and the walls reverberated; but there came no answer.

Of course not for Cupians cannot perceive human speech. But if the

inhabitants of these grottoes were Cupians, then how about the spoken

words which he was sure he had heard in his delirium?

No one entered. Gradually his mind reconstructed the events which had

brought him here, and he realized that he was in the caves of the famous

lost river of Kar. No one had ever known that there were such caves, or

that the planet Poros had any subterranean inhabitants. But there was a

popular legend to the effect that the first man and first woman had

arisen from the soil to populate the world, although the more prevalent

legend told that these two forerunners of the race had come from another

land beyond the boiling seas. Perhaps the first legend was right after

all, and Cabot was now in the presence of the remnants of the

prehistoric inhabitants of Poros. But, if so, then how explain the

culture evidenced by the bed, the other furniture, and the electric

lights? He gave it up, and lay back weakly to await some further clue.

Not long did he have to wait, for presently a venerable man entered the

room. This man was unmistakably Cupian, for he had the antennae, the

lack of ears, the rudimentary wings and the six digits on each hand,

which distinguish the human inhabitants of Poros from those of the

planet Earth. He was clad, however, in a different style from that

prevalent among the Cupians to whom Cabot was accustomed; for, in place

of a toga reaching only to the knees, he wore a ground-sweeping gown of

many folds, and instead of bare feet, he wore sandals. On the front of

his gown was a red triangle. His face had that calm sweet majesty which

one sees on the faces of many of the prelates of the Roman Catholic

Church.

Producing a pad of paper and a stylus, he wrote in Cupian characters the

message: “Good morning, Myles Cabot; I rejoice to see that you have thus

far recovered.”

Myles stared at the paper with surprise and not a little horror.

“How do you know my name?” he wrote in reply.

“Why not?” the man countered. “Myles Cabot is well known throughout all

of Cupia.”

“Then I am still in Cupia?” Myles asked.

“You are,” the man replied. “To be more specific, you are in the Caves

of Kar. But write no more, for you are ill and weak. Lie down and rest.”

And he started to take away the pad, but Myles snatched it back and

wrote: “If, then, you know so much about the outside world, tell me of

the Princess Lilla.”

“She is well and safe,” the man replied.

“And my army?”

“It is holding its own in the northern mountains.”

This time the old man retained the pad, thus leaving his patient

speechless.

Next he rang a soundless bell, and there entered one of the strangest

creatures which Cabot had ever seen. In general appearance it bore out

the same relation to a Cupian as does a small gorilla to a human being

on earth. Its head was prognathous and set deep on its shoulders. Its

skin was hairless, except on the top of its head, and was the color of

bluish slate. Its arms were long and gangling. It stood with a stoop and

walked with a shuffle. Like the Cupians, it was earless, and had

antennae, rudimentary wings, and six digits on each hand and foot.

In the past Cabot had occasionally heard of the legendary blue apes

which were sometimes said to be seen emerging from caves in the Okarze

Mountains, but never before had he seen one.

Furthermore, the presence and general appearance of this beast afforded

a rational explanation of the manner of Cabot’s rescue from two aquatic

boa-constrictors on the ledge above the river in the subterranean

darkness, and of his presence here. His rescuer had had four hands; so

had this blue ape.

In the manuscript, which Myles Cabot shot from Venus to the earth in a

streamline projectile, and which was published to mankind under the

title of “The Radio Man,” it was stated that the Cupians had no basis

for any Darwinian theory; but now Myles began to doubt that statement of

his. Perhaps this was the true scientific basis of the legend of the

subterranean origin of mankind. Perhaps the Cupians were descended from

the blue apes of the Caves of Kar.

This particular ape appeared to be a slave or servant of the old man,

for at an inaudible command of the latter he brought a basin of warm

water, with which the old man tenderly bathed his guest.

Then, still wondering where he was, and why, Cabot dropped off to sleep

again. When he reawoke, the old man was sitting in the room, and with

him was a younger man, of the same general appearance and garb.

The older handed over the following message: “Myles Cabot, this is

Nan-nan, one of our electricians. He is at your service.”

At once Cabot caught the drift of these remarks, and wrote back: “Bring

me my apparatus, and let us try to repair it.”

His two hosts glanced significantly at each other, and Myles began to

fear that his radio set had been lost beneath the waves of the river

Kar. But no, for an ape slave came bringing it, together with a bench

and tools which they placed beside the couch. Then the electrician and

Myles set to work.

It took a long time, several sangths in fact, for the earth man was very

weak, and all conversation had to be carried on in writing.

* * * * *

The present occasion reminded Myles of those days at the ant university

at Mooni, shortly after his arrival on the planet Venus, when he had

struggled for many weary sangths to produce artificial antennae and a

portable radio set, in order to see if this would not furnish a means

for oral communication with the lovely Lilla, Princess Royal of the

Cupians, whom he then worshipped from afar. Before he had completed that

experiment, he had had no means of knowing whether or not the beings of

this strange planet used radio waves to talk with.

Their own scientists, both Cupian and Formian, had doubted it decidedly;

but the earth man had persisted, basing his hopes on the speculations of

some American savants, which he had read shortly before his departure

from the earth, to the effect that insects communicate with each other

by means of exceedingly short Hertzian waves.

In those hectic days at Mooni he had had as his laboratory assistant the

youthful Prince Toron, then a slave to the Formians; now he had another

youthful Cupian, though evidently of some strange tribe. Now, as then,

all conversation had to be carried on by means of pad and stylus. But on

the present occasion there were several advantages over Mooni. In the

first place, his work was not interrupted by frequent exhibitings of

himself to classes of students as a horrible example of what nature can

do in an off moment. In the second place, he was now thoroughly familiar

with Porovian tools and electrical symbology and equipment. And, in the

third place, he was now merely duplicating an apparatus thoroughly

tested and understood. But, offsetting these present advantages, was the

fact that he was very weak and nervous as the result of his trying

experiences during his long journey northward from Kuana to the Caves of

Kar, where he now was.

The venerable gentleman, whose name turned out to be Glamp-glamp,

hovered constantly around, administering to the bodily needs of his

guest, and taking very good care not to let him work long enough at a

stretch so as to overtax himself.

Finally the apparatus was fully repaired, and two more Cupians knew the

jealously guarded secret of this means of communication.

Cabot’s first spoken words were: “Tell me more about my princess.”

Of course, Glamp-glamp had already given him in writing, from time to

time, a general outline of the happenings at Luno Castle; but the

completion of Cabot’s artificial speech organs furnished the first real

opportunity for an extended story. The following are the events as

narrated by the venerable old man:

“Shortly after the news of the birth of your son, the little Prince Kew,

had been broadcast from the Luno wireless station, a radiogram was

received announcing the assassination of your father-in-law, King Kew

the Twelfth, in the Kuana stadium. Princess Lilla was, of course,

prostrated by the news, and was in no condition to rise to the situation

and assume charge of the affairs of the nation.

“But fortunately there was, among the attending physicians, a military

man named Emsul, who, though primarily a veterinarian, was present to

represent the army. You remember Emsul, don’t you?”

“Yes,” replied Cabot; “he tended my pet buntlote, Tabby, the time she

died. He was just about to arrive at Lake Luno when I left for the fatal

Peace Day exercises in the stadium. But go on with the story.”

“As I was saying,” continued Glamp-glamp, “Emsul, by virtue of his

military title—”

“Merely a bar-pootah,” mused Myles aloud.

“—took command in the name of the infant king, and proclaimed a state

of siege. No boats were permitted on the face of the lake, except those

emanating from one certain landing place, at which a guard was posted to

make careful examinations of all wishing to pass or repass. Notices were

put up in the near-by towns, calling on the inhabitants to rally to the

banner of little King Kew. The appeal met with practically a unanimous

response—for you are very popular with the hill folk, O! Myles

Cabot—with the result that Emsul was able to garrison the towns, to man

Luno Castle, and to throw a strong cordon around the lake.

“Toward the close of the day of the assassination word came that the

traitor, Prince Yuri, supported by his black hordes from beyond the

pale, was in full control of the capital. But from that time on no

further news arrived at Luno.”

“I think I know why,” interjected the earth man, “for, on my way up

here, I found the apparatus in one of the radio relay stations totally

wrecked.”

The old man went on:

“The first sign of the forces of Yuri was the arrival of a fleet of

airships from the south, early in the morning two days later. Some of

the ships flew yellow pennants and some black, the flags of Yuri and his

ant allies. What delayed this fleet is a mystery; for, assuming that

they left Kuana shortly after the assassination, they ought by rights to

have reached Luno that evening, instead of a day and a half later. But,

whatever the cause of this delay, it was indeed most fortunate, for it

gave Emsul sufficient time to consolidate the country around your castle

in behalf of your son.

“Another fortunate occurrence was the presence near by of an

antiaircraft gun. This part of the Okarze Mountains had recently been

the scene of numerous and frequent attacks by huge whistling bees on the

green cows of the farmers, and accordingly an antiaircraft gun, mounted

on a kerkool, had been dispatched from Kuana only about a sangth before,

for the purpose of combating these predatory creatures, and putting a

stop to the bovicides. One of Emsul’s first official acts had been to

requisition this engine of destruction and to station it on the southern

shore of the lake.

“Yuri and his naval officers evidently were unaware of this, for the

planes flew in bombing formation straight at Luno Castle, so low as

almost to be within rifle shot. But, just as they topped the edge of the

lake, the trained gun crew let loose at them. Three are now sunk in the

lake, one was shot down on shore and captured, and the rest beat a hasty

retreat toward Kuana.”

“But where was Poblath, the philosopher, all this while?” interrupted

Myles.

“Give him time,” replied Glamp-glamp. “Give him time! It is a thousand

stads from Kuana to Luno, four full days’ travel by kerkool. By going

night and day, Poblath with the jail kerkools made it in a little over

two days, arriving late at night on the same day as that of the repulse

of the attack of Yuri’s planes. The arrival of these newcomers was the

first intimation that those at the lake had had that any opposition was

being made to Yuri’s control. The news greatly heartened your forces,

and they accordingly determined to hold out to the utmost.

“After the mango and his men had rested, Poblath assumed command by

virtue of his rank, designating Emsul as chief of staff, in recognition

of his services. The former’s philosophical wit did much to put every

one in good humor, and even relieved the princess of some of her

anxiety. And you may be sure that Bthuh, Poblath’s wife, who was in

attendance on the princess, was glad to see her husband.

“Two days later the vanguard of Yuri’s forces arrived by kerkool at a

point several stads south of the lake, but were repulsed. Nevertheless,

as reenforcements kept coming up, Yuri’s army finally numbered about the

same as the loyal mountaineers. Both sides thereupon dug in and waited.”

“But what of the Formian air navy?” asked Cabot.

“It was being kept busy suppressing your supporters in other parts of

the kingdom,” was the reply. “Besides, they doubtless feared the

antiaircraft gun.

“Thus matters remained at a deadlock until forty days after the

assassination, by which time the ant forces had become sufficiently

augmented to dare launch a general attack. But, just as this was in

progress, the army of Buh Tedn, which all this time had been marching

north from Kuana, arrived with thousands of recruits which they had

gathered on the way, and attacked the Formians in the rear. Needless to

state, the entire ant force was wiped out.”

“Something to be thankful for,” interjected Myles, with a grin.

The old man continued:

“But Buh Tedn scarcely had time to communicate to the castle the

disheartening news of your death at the Kuana barricade forty days

before, when an overwhelming force of Formians and renegade Cupians, led

by Yuri and the black queen in person, fell upon him in turn.

Accompanying this force was a large detachment of the air navy. It was

too much. Gradually the Kew army was forced northward, up to Lake Luno,

past Lake Luno, into the woods beyond, into the very mountains under

which we now sit in these caves.

“Yuri then besieged Luno Castle, for the Princess Lilla and the baby

King had had no opportunity to leave it during the battle. Under threat

of airplane bombardment the defenders finally surrendered, on the

strength of Yuri’s solemn promise to harm no person, to take only Lilla

back to Kuana, to maintain her there as befitted her royal rank, and to

permit all others free passage to join your army for the safety of the

infant king, and on Poblath’s advice, the princess consented. So Yuri

sent a strong detachment over by boat to carry out his promise.”

“Did he carry out his promise?” asked the earth man.

“He did,” replied his host with a peculiar gleam in his eye.

“Then, _who_ killed my baby?” exclaimed Cabot.

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