"As sure as anyone can be. Those Rebels had the effrontery to gather
again, to actually plan an attack against our Fortress. But we found
their meeting place. It was a most effective raid."
Eldon felt a stab of fear, not for himself but for Krasna. Killed?
Captured? Escaped?
"The attack is broken up?" Margaret asked.
"Yes. And there will be little more mental resistance either."
"Why?" Margaret asked as she was expected to.
"Because one of the prisoners was an old man whom I am certain was
acting as their thought-coordinator." Wor laughed. "I, personally, slit
his scrawny throat from ear to ear. Without a thought-coordinator their
barrier can not last."
"Does Sin know?" Margaret asked anxiously.
"She has no idea." Wor was very proud of himself. "The Night should
catch her off guard, and when that precious creature of yours kills
her Victor she will be unreceptive for the moment. Then I--we--shall
receive the Power."
"What weapon?" Margaret inquired.
"A blast rod, of course. That way the backfire will take care of your
creature too, automatically."
"You think of everything," Margaret said admiringly.
"Has Sin agreed that we bring him?"
"Not willingly," Wor admitted. "It was extremely difficult to persuade
her."
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't let her guess how close The Night really is. I
had to report failures and suppress news of victories. And after four
man-lives of waiting Sin is impatient.
"Oh, the tongue-lashings she gave me. She called me stupid and
incompetent and a strategic imbecile, and I believe if it weren't for
memories of nights--memories of things that happened before she took
that perverted fancy--I would have been relieved of command of the
Forces."
"The ungrateful wretch, after all the victories you have won for her!"
"But she'll pay for those insults--soon. She finally gave her
permission."
Margaret laughed, and then her voice became very prim and
self-righteous. "It would serve her exactly right for treating you that
way, Wor darling."
* * * * *
Eldon was never to know whether Highness Sin was suspicious or merely
cautious. But while Margaret was away she came to see him. Victor
accompanied her, dressed in a flashy uniform, an arrogant expression on
his narrow face, very conscious of his position as chosen consort.
Eldon cowered, trembling and simulating fear and a total lack of
recognition, keeping his real thoughts screened against Sin's mind
and his disgust from finding physical expression. His heightened
sensitivity made him acutely aware of what she was. At one time, before
she had surrendered herself to an alien master, she had been just a
woman. But not now. Her body was lovely enough, almost too lovely, but
something _not human_ had entered into it. And she was far older and
more experienced in evil than any human had a right to be.
"Are you being treated well?" she asked in Vardan.
Eldon made a grunt of incomprehension.
Victor translated her question, but Eldon only stared. An expression of
annoyance crossed Sin's haughty face.
She continued her questioning, with Victor translating, but received
no intelligent response. Then she made a determined effort to read his
mind, but he was on guard and screened his thoughts with the phantom
images and chaotic emotions of mental disorder.
Then the high priestess of Sasso changed her tactics, spoke to him
soothingly until he stopped trembling in fear. She put her arms around
him, pressed her body close against his, and kissed him passionately
full on the mouth while Victor glowered.
Eldon gave the she-devil her due. She was fiendishly desirable. There
was something hypnotic about the insinuating motions of her body, the
warmth of her skin, but Eldon's lips remained lax under hers and no
light of desire kindled in his eye.
She shoved him brusquely away, convinced that he had lost not only his
mind but his inborn, basic instincts.
"I doubt if we will gain any information from this thing," she said.
"Come, Victor."
Without warning Victor struck at Eldon's unprotected face, a viciously
unprovoked blow that sent him crashing to the floor. It took all his
mental control to keep from leaping up and attacking the renegade, but
he trembled and lay sobbing until they were gone.
The next day Wor and Margaret led him from the room for the first time,
took him to an air car waiting on the roof, and flew him to a spot on
the brownish desert away from all habitation.
The two instructors never dreamed their pupil was already familiar with
the blast rod, as for a long while Eldon shivered at the spitting hiss
of the discharge and consistently missed the desert shrubs they pointed
out as targets.
"I'm afraid we'll have to use some other weapon," Margaret said at last.
"He'll learn, damn him," Wor growled. "We've been patient long enough."
Wor's educational methods consisted of brutal kicks and smashing
punches in the ribs. Eldon's progress became almost dangerously
phenomenal. He knew he had to improve rapidly, before the plotters
changed their plans.
For the blast rod was a bound charge weapon, and he suspected that by
mental concentration he could change the resonant frequency of the
discharge, perhaps modulate it properly. He would need it, and badly.
"For a one-eyed cripple without the brains of a crawling _sbedico_ he
does well enough," Wor conceded at last. "All he needed was firmness."
* * * * *
There was more tiresome waiting, nerve-wracking tense days of it.
And then one evening as the sun was setting Margaret entered and
he knew instantly by her avid, _hungry_ look what was to happen.
Conditions of shifting coincidence between Sasso and the world of Varda
were now favorable and Sin had commanded an Observance. But Eldon
shared a secret with Margaret and the scheming military commander. This
was to be more than another Observance. This was to be The Night.
A thrill of mingled fear and expectancy ran through him. For an instant
his body straightened, but Margaret was too deep in anticipation of
unholy ecstasy to notice.
"Come," she ordered.
A few minutes later he was in an air car screaming through the twilight
at its utmost speed. They flew only a few minutes before Wor looked
ahead, grunting a warning to his companion, and sent the machine
plummeting downward. Eldon uttered a squeal of fear.
Margaret turned in her seat and spoke in the Vardan language he was not
supposed to understand. She was smiling and her tone was gentle, but
her words were, "Just you wait. This is nothing to what will happen to
you later."
Wor laughed uproariously at her little joke.
The huge black globe of the temple of Sasso loomed ahead, and as the
uncanny emanations of the alien structure struck his mind Eldon was
seized with panic. He, Eldon Carmichael, putting his puny knowledge and
even punier strength against--_that_! He was almost overpowered by an
urge to fill his lungs and shriek a death-dirge for himself. But the
effect on Wor and Margaret was entirely different. They were Of the
Faith.
They landed among ranks of other parked air cars, in a space held open
for Wor because of his rank. Eldon's arm was almost jerked from its
socket in the eager haste with which Wor pulled him from the vehicle.
They entered the huge globular temple, and instantly Eldon felt the
_strain_ surrounding the formless hanging glow of the Gateway. It
gave him a trace of reassurance, but he dared display no sign of
understanding as he gazed at the tensely expectant people who were
gathering.
"Margaret," he asked, his voice childishly high and naive. "What is
this place? Why did you bring me here?"
Margaret leaned close. "To kill Victor!" she hissed in his ear. "See
him over there?"
Victor stood at the base of the transparent, shimmering platform
directly beneath the Gateway. For sheer magnificence of decoration his
uniform surpassed even that of Wor. He outshone even Sin, who stood
beside him, but there was about the priestess an aura of potent, evil
power which the Earthman lacked.
Eldon allowed the scar tissue of his face to contort in a grimace of
hate and took one long step forward. But Margaret's hand detained him
and she smiled, well satisfied with her hate-conditioning.
"I will tell you when," she whispered. "You trust me completely."
The low-voiced hum of the Gathering of the Faith mounted to a new pitch
and a cannibalistic leer spread over the faces of Sasso's devotees.
The sacrifices were being brought in. A man in the throng bumped into
Eldon. The Earthman allowed himself to be knocked off balance, and as
he recovered he was facing the door. Without the bump he could not have
turned, for that would have betrayed volition.
Only one guard accompanied the file of naked prisoners. One was enough,
for the sacrifices were mindless ones, deadened to unquestioning
obedience by drugs and the slave-mark of Sin. Two men, a woman, another
man--and then Eldon's breath caught in his throat and the fingernails
of his single hand cut into the flesh. For the fifth in line was a
red-haired girl whose unclothed body was no longer as slender and
lithe as it had once been. Krasna! Krasna and her unborn child--their
child--destined victims of the obscene Faith!
There was cruel amusement in the hum of the gathering, amusement and
anticipation.
"Two lives at once," Eldon heard a woman remark to her companion. "I
wonder what the vitality of the unborn one will be like."
Sin's eyes settled on Krasna and her lips drew into a thin snarl of
recognition. This slave would never escape a second time.
* * * * *
In an intuitive flash Eldon knew why he had deliberately ruined his
restored body, tortured himself, placed himself in a position of
deepest humiliation and direct peril. And it was not for a chance to
escape to Earth. He would try to save Krasna--and their child--even if
he jeopardized all Varda in the attempt.
But for the moment he could do nothing. The girl who stood so abject
and robotlike beside the Vat was not really Krasna, his Krasna. Only
during the brief interval before her vital essence was to provide
sustenance for Sasso and rejuvenation for the entity's vile followers,
only when she had been given the pellet which would restore her numbed
mind, only then would he dare strike. And if she were chosen to be
lowered into the Vat before Sasso's one vulnerable moment arrived--
Margaret picked up one of the cables that snaked in seeming confusion
across the concave floor and eagerly snapped the band around her wrist.
Wor picked up another cable end.
Eldon's heart sank. Even his Thin World was very inexplicit, but he
feared that being coupled to Sasso through this mechanism would result
in a transference that would transcend all mental blocks.
But Wor and Margaret had no desire that he be subjected to the full
Sasso-force. That might destroy their carefully developed control over
him. Margaret produced a square of flesh-colored fabric and wrapped it
around his wrist before Wor attached the cable. They had planned this
all in advance.
"Give him the rod as soon as the Observance begins," Wor directed in
a low voice. "But don't let him fire until the Gateway turns red. And
hold enough of yourself aside so we won't miss our chance."
Margaret nodded understanding and Wor turned toward his place at the
controls of the Vat, beside and below the platform which Sin was just
mounting. The priestess looked down and the big man inclined his head
to signify readiness.
A white hand emerged from Sin's enveloping black cloak, touched the
fastening at her throat, and as the garment fell away she drew her
slender white body erect and raised her arms in invocation to Great
Sasso. The Observance had finally begun.
Eldon felt his scalp prickle as a huge grey shape appeared beside her
on the platform. After a moment of symbolic gyrations the figures of
the woman and the Luvan _merged_, seemed to interpenetrate each other
and become something that still looked like Sin but was only partly
human. He heard Margaret's indrawn breath, felt the psychic wave of
her lustful, panting impatience, saw her face masked in unearthly
expectancy as _something_ took on nebulous outlines in the Gateway,
throbbing evilly.
The guards bound the wrists of the first sacrificial victim, a girl,
and at a touch of Wor's hands on the controls she was drawn up until
her bare toes just touched the floor. There was a hush of tense
expectancy as the restorative pill took effect, and then a satisfied
whisper swept the gathering as she screamed and struggled in sudden
horror. The glow of the Gateway brightened, shaded from green to
yellow, and Sasso showed more clearly in all its alienness, glorying in
the terror of the victim.
Wor's fingers flashed to the controls and a thrilled shudder shook the
gathering as the Sasso-force flowed through the maze of woven cables.
Eldon felt rather than saw Margaret's slender body, so exactly like
that of the high priestess, shiver and go rigid beside him.
Then he was too occupied to notice. For the fabric around his wrist
was not a perfect insulator. His entire body tingled. His heart was
pounding and blood raced through his body and throbbed in his temples
under the leaking influx of the Force of Sasso. It was a terrible
sensation, evil and yet compelling. The eerie waves surging through his
brain called upon him to surrender, to give himself now and utterly and
forever to the service of Sasso--for Sasso was the All, the Everlasting.
Almost he succumbed. But then for an instant his sight cleared and he
looked upon Sin's cruel face, on the screaming girl who hung above the
Vat in readiness for sacrifice, upon Krasna, the piquantly smiling face
he remembered so well now dull with idiot emptiness. Soon she too would
be screaming above the Vat.
The form in the Gateway pulsed, swelling and writhing, striving to
_come through_. An intense crackling hum reverberated throughout the
spherical temple. Around Eldon the devotees of the Faith were sagging
and pitching to their knees as Sasso _used_ their lives, drew upon them
in an attempt to enter Varda. Eldon too felt his legs buckling, his
mind block weakening, but managed to remain on his feet.
* * * * *
Just as Eldon reached the point where his wracked nerves were shrieking
for surrender she shot a meaningful glance at Wor. The big man's
fingers flicked the controls and the pulsating waves of Sasso-force
quieted.
High-pitched feminine screams cut the air as the hoist chain unreeled
and the victim's feet touched the lavender fluid in the Vat. Her
writhing body stirred the pale surface to foam as she was lowered. And
then, while Eldon squirmed inwardly in impotent fury, she was gone.
Only the cord that had bound her wrists remained. But there was nothing
he could have done to save her without abandoning all hopes, all plans.
The restoring tide of the girl's vitality, the very essence of her
life, poured through the cables at Wor's touch. In the Gateway the
unbelievable, eye-straining shape of Sasso swelled and solidified,
thrusting against the thought-barrier that barred it from Varda.
Even through the insulating fabric a tiny portion of the life energy
reached Eldon, strengthening him, steadying his reeling mind. It
was a _human_ force, the antithesis of that emanating from the alien
monstrosity, and Eldon resolved that the Rebel girl should not have
died entirely in vain. Quickly but unobtrusively he worked his shirt
out of his trousers and touched the conducting wristband to the bare
skin thus exposed. Instantly the life-current increased, filling him
with a new vitality and a terrifying awareness of how crushingly
irresistible the Sasso-force would have been in its full impact. The
trick of the plotters had unintentionally saved his life and sanity.
All around him color returned to faces drained to death-like pallor by
the alien entity. The panting, rasping breathing of the worshippers
eased. Two guards stepped forward and the second sacrifice, a man this
time, was prepared.
And then his throat constricted in fear. Sin was staring down at him,
her eyes narrowed with suspicion. The priestess had been a Superior and
was still a telepath! Eldon was afraid that in the throes of resisting
the Sasso-force his mind block had slipped. He could only hope no
clearly defined thoughts had leaked through.
She gestured to Victor and the renegade Earthman pranced forward,
elated at this public attention. She said something to him and he
turned toward Eldon, one hand dropping to the jeweled hilt of his
ornate dagger. A gleam of joy appeared in his eyes.
Sin spoke further. A petulant, disappointed expression crossed Victor's
arrogant face, but obediently he unbuckled his wristband, cutting
himself off from Sasso. A buzz of curiosity began among the nearest
watchers.
Sin cut it short with a nod to Wor, and Eldon moved his wristband away
from his bare skin just in time as the Force of Sasso surged once more
through the cables and into the worshippers. Then he was immersed once
more in the struggle to retain his own individuality.
This time Eldon knew what to expect and so was better prepared to
resist. During the first communion he had been vaguely aware of changes
in the Gateway, and now he turned his single bloodshot eye upward,
waiting for one particular moment.
The glow changed from green to yellow as once more the terrible entity
thrust itself against the unseen barrier created by the thoughts of
the surviving Forest People. The barrier weakened, gave, seemed about
to snap, and through the cables came impulses of elation. _The Gateway
shaded from yellow to pink._
Ripping noises filled the air, sounds that were oddly familiar.
Deliberately, risking his mental defenses to do so, Eldon concentrated
upon making mental measurements which were in reality only enlightened
guesses at the power and resonant frequency and other characteristics
of the multiple bound charges constituting the Gateway.
Eldon felt a hard object thrust against his hand.
"Take it!" Margaret hissed. "Kill Victor! Now!"
With a great effort he forced his fingers to close around the blast
rod, and deliberately he fumbled and almost dropped it. He could only
stall for time now, for Krasna still stood passive and mindless beside
the Vat, still a slave-creature of the Faith.
It was in that moment of perilous indecision that he realized just how
deep and all-encompassing his feelings for her had become. He knew
that if Sasso _came through_ now the fate of Varda and perhaps of his
own world too would be sealed. Yet to act immediately would doom the
red-haired girl to death or a half-life of mindlessness. He hesitated.
Then he was granted momentary respite. One of the worshippers dropped
to the floor. Then another, and still a third. Sasso surged against the
invisible barrier, almost _came through_, then recoiled in temporary
frustration. The efforts of the entity so drained its worshippers that
fully half the group slumped awkwardly to the curving floor. The ruddy
tinge of the Gateway faded back to yellow. A wave of malignant hatred
poured through for all living creatures who did not acknowledge the
overlordship of Sasso.
* * * * *
Sin saw and acted. Unconscious worshippers could not help Sasso _come
through_. A nod to Wor stopped the force, and another caused the Rebel
captive to be swung over the Vat and lowered. He vanished in the
lavender liquid without a sound, without a struggle, unwilling to give
the bestial devotees of the Faith the satisfaction they craved.
Margaret's hand closed over Eldon's, thrusting the blast rod into his
belt, hiding it beneath his loose fitting coat. A quick glance passed
between her and Wor and the big man nodded almost imperceptibly.
Almost. Next time.
The hook of the hoist swung back empty and the guards prodded the third
victim into position. Quickly they tied her hands, placed a loop of
the bindings over the hook, and one of them forced the drug that would
counteract the slave potions into her mouth. Eldon held his breath.
For the next to die would be Krasna.
* * * * *
The girl gulped, then twisted her head as the counteragent took effect.
She looked up to see Sin leaning from the platform, gloatingly awaiting
her screams of hopeless terror. But in the moment of recovery she
glared up at the priestess with eyes filled with loathing instead of
fear.
Sin's mouth twisted with hate at the girl's defiance. Personal hate,
for Krasna had injured her pride and her dignity by escaping from the
slave pits. It had been an unforgivable affront, and now the high
priestess flung taunting words at her victim.
Krasna's lips moved as though pleading for mercy and Sin bent lower
to hear and enjoy. And then the Rebel girl turned her face upward and
deliberately spat at her tormentor. Eldon's heart leaped in admiration.
It was an unladylike but magnificent gesture of defiance and contempt.
Sin jumped back, her face dark with rage, and nodded a signal to Wor.
He seized the lever.
Once more Sasso-force pounded through the machine, more fiendishly
intense than ever. Once more Eldon felt the ravenings of the alien
monster who sensed that this was The Night, and once more battled the
overwhelming compulsion to abandon the unequal struggle and with his
own thoughts help Sasso to _come through_.
Right then he almost died. He had forgotten Victor.
But Margaret had become sufficiently adept to hold a part of herself
aloof from Sasso's influence, and she saved him.
"Behind you!" she hissed. "It's Victor! Kill!" There was surprise and
genuine fear in her voice. She had not expected Victor to come after
Eldon.
Eldon abandoned all pretense and whirled.
Under other circumstances he might have enjoyed the disconcerted
look that over-spread Victor's narrow face. Victor, a few feet away,
carried a dagger which he had obviously expected to plunge into Eldon's
unprotected back without resistance, as Highness Sin had ordered. Sin's
vague suspicions had been enough to order Eldon's death.
"The blast rod! Shoot him!" Margaret whispered urgently, and then she
was tumbling aside to avoid the searing backfire of the weapon.
But the moment for which Eldon waited had not yet arrived.
Victor struck out. Eldon sidestepped. And then he fell, tripped by a
loop of the cable attached to his wrist. Victor gave a hoarse cry of
triumph and moved in. Eldon felt the slashing pain of a flesh wound.
"The blast rod, you fool!" Margaret cried.
But Eldon made no attempt to draw the power weapon. As he regained his
feet he snatched a short, heavy sword from the belt of a subordinate
officer who was so immersed in the Observance that he was only just
becoming aware of the disturbance.
A frightened expression twisted Victor's mouth as he saw his adversary
no longer empty-handed, but he knew by the vengeful gleam in Eldon's
single eye that this time one of them must surely die. He still held
the advantage, for the Force of Sasso confused Eldon's thoughts
with alien impressions, interfered with his muscular coordination,
drained his strength. And the cable attached to his wrist hindered his
movements.
But Victor Schenley's own fear of this man he had crippled but twice
failed to kill proved his undoing. One of his panicky lunges caught the
cable--and sheared through it.
Eldon almost fainted as the Force of Sasso ceased and for a second his
stomach muscles contracted in a tight, cramping knot. But he was freed
from Sasso!
The light of the Gateway gleamed red on Victor's weapon. But the
renegade had forgotten to close his mind--if he had ever learned
how--and with the Force of Sasso no longer confusing him Eldon knew
exactly when and where and how the attack would come.
Victor lunged. Eldon swayed clear and caught Victor's dagger hand
between his side and the stump of his amputated left arm. Before Victor
could jerk free Eldon plunged his blade into Victor's throat.
There was a gurgling moan, the warmth and acrid odor of spurting blood,
the clatter of Victor's dagger on the floor. It was over so suddenly
that Eldon felt no thrill of revenge, no elation. For an instant he
stared at the corpse, stunned. It was the first time he had ever killed
a human.
* * * * *
A scream spun him around. Krasna! In the brightening glare of the
Gateway her body seemed afire as she swung above the terrible Vat.
With a bellow Eldon plunged toward the elevated chair upon which Wor
sat, pushing aside the spellbound devotees of Sasso. He must stop the
lowering of the hoist, and at once!
But he had forgotten Margaret.
"Eldon!" she screamed and threw her arms around him, pinioning his
single hand at his side. Her pale face was inhuman with fury at the
deception he had practiced upon her and fear of the deadly position in
which she found herself. There could be no explanation. If Eldon did
not kill her, Sin assuredly would.
Krasna shrieked again, this time in pain as her toes touched the liquid
of the Vat, and even through the crackling, spitting crescendo Eldon
heard her.
The short stub of his arm drew back, swung, and needles of fire raced
through it as he struck Margaret's jaw. Her grip slackened and with
a heave of his muscles he broke loose. He raised his sword--and knew
himself for a sentimental fool. Earth repressions still in his mind
would not let him kill a woman. Not even this woman.
The huge grey paw of a Luvan raked the side of his face and he weaved
just in time to evade the clutching talons. Three of the monsters
towered above him, slow-moving but inexorable. Automatically Eldon
threw his sword full into the face of the nearest and ducked beneath
its outstretched arms.
Wor looked up from his controls with murder in his eyes and half rose
in his seat to rasp his great sword from its sheath.
Eldon swerved aside, avoiding combat with the larger man. The hell-glow
of the Gateway was deepening to crimson and the ripping crackles had
reached a deafening pitch. Soon, too soon, Krasna would vanish in the
Vat and Sasso would _come through_. His last chance would be lost if he
allowed Wor to interfere.
With a clumsy leap he vaulted to the transparent platform of the high
priestess. He leaned far over the Vat, reaching toward the hook from
which Krasna swung. His one hand made pawing motions in the air. But
the distance was too great.
Krasna saw him, guessed his intentions, and gave him a look at once
appealing and resigned. Then her eyes opened wide at the sight of his
maimed body. She turned her eyes upward to where the grossly incredible
form of Sasso was _bulging_ in the crimson light and shouted. Her words
went unheard but Eldon received her thought. She was begging him to
ignore her, to leave her to her fate and do whatever he could to halt
the alien entity.
But that Eldon could not and would not do. Such a sacrifice would be
worse than useless. The crimson tint of the Gateway, the crescendo
crackling, the _bulging_ of Sasso against the weakening thought
barrier, all told him that Sasso needed only the additional strength of
Krasna's life to _come through_ in an unstoppable rush.
He crouched at the edge of the platform, measuring the distance as best
he could with his single eye, and then the entire power of his legs was
unleashed in a leap that carried him far out over the deadly Vat. His
one arm stretched outward and upward. For an instant he thought he had
misjudged and was plunging to destruction. Then his fingers touched the
hook, clutched it, and he crashed against Krasna.
They swung together, pendulum fashion, carried in an arc by the force
of Eldon's leap. Out away from the platform, toward the other side of
the Vat. Out, and then back again.
Eldon's legs reached, feeling for the narrow rim at the platform's
edge. His toes touched it, slipped, held. His body stretched on a slant
between hook and platform, every muscle strained. Krasna, shorter than
he and unable to touch the ledge, dangled vertically over the Vat, but
above the surface.
* * * * *
Above them something in the Gateway glared malevolently down. Its
silent call reached the high priestess who stood encrimsoned in the
lurid glare with outstretched arms reaching in unclean yearning toward
the thing to which she had surrendered her humanity. Until then she had
been too deep in communion with Sasso to notice the Earthman.
But at Sasso's warning she spun about. A shrill sound of pure rage
issued from her throat as she threw herself upon him. She was a harpy,
an animal, her teeth and pointed fingernails punishing weapons. In
silent fury she clawed and bit, trying to break his hold on Sasso's
destined victim. And Eldon was too fully occupied to protect himself in
any way.
Wor started up the platform, sword in hand, but Sin paused to wave him
back.
"No!" she commanded. "At your controls! _Sasso comes!_"
Puzzled, his slow thoughts in confusion at the sudden shift in events,
Wor obeyed.
Margaret too joined the fight, scrambling to the platform which would
be the focus of Sasso's power. She had picked up Victor's jeweled
dagger and with it she now lunged at Sin's back. But not to save Eldon.
To save herself from Sin's vengeance and become ruler of Varda. For the
Power would descend upon whomever Of the Faith occupied the platform.
The blade sank home to the hilt. Sin opened her mouth, but if
she screamed it was lost in the swelling roar of Sasso's coming.
The impetus of Margaret's rush carried the Black Priestess' body
forward--toward the Vat.
Her body crashed against Eldon and his overstrained body gave way. His
toes slipped from the platform's edge, and he and Krasna once more
swung out over the Vat--while Sin's white form plummeted on down.
There was a dull splash--and Sin, Beloved of Sasso, was no more.
_Nothing_ settled through the evil lavender depths.
The temple of Sasso was now in an uproar. Eldon and Krasna hung in
slow-swinging arcs, and Margaret stood paralyzed, fingers taloned and
shoulders raised.
Through the tumult she and Eldon's eyes met--and held. In what seemed
to them both an age, their thoughts took concrete form. Margaret
somehow realized that he was her sole obstacle now. Eldon would have to
be removed before she could fill Sin's place.
Eldon, too--in this split-second that seemed eternity--had made his
decision. From the Gateway came a sound that stopped the blood in his
veins. Sin herself had furnished the final needed burst of life energy.
Sasso was _coming through_!
Margaret was evil. But Sasso was the greater evil. With all his Thin
World knowledge, Eldon knew that the instant of balance was at hand,
the time to strike and disrupt that balance of bound charges.
Margaret leaped forward as his swing carried Eldon and Krasna back
toward the platform. She slashed with Victor's knife, slashed at
Eldon's fingers.
[Illustration: _Margaret leaped forward and slashed at Eldon's
fingers._]
The thrust was true. The edge bit into bone and severed cleanly.
Eldon's mutilated hand slipped from the chains. And he and Krasna fell
toward the Vat.
But even as he fell Eldon's hand drove down--what was left of it--and
snatched the blast rod Margaret had placed in his belt. Falling, he
aimed at the lurid flaming _thing_ that was Sasso.
The Sasso-creature sensed his intention, turned its force into
Margaret's receptive mind and drove her into a blind attack. With an
inhuman scream she launched herself from the platform after Eldon, her
dagger thrusting forward and down as she fell.
In mid-air Eldon pressed the button and with the supreme effort of his
life ignored the frothing Vat below and the agony of the rod's backfire
to concentrate the resonant power into the Gateway, into the terrible
Thing solidifying there, and with Vardan control of mind over matter to
warp the discharge of the particular frequency his Thin World knowledge
told him was necessary.
A blazing cone from the rod sizzled and spat. The crimson glare of
the Gateway flashed through the spectrum, exploded in a scintillating
violet flare, and went black. There was the stunning crash of a world
being tore asunder and through it an alien cry of rage--and of dawning
terror.
In the upper hemisphere of the globe a group of white-glowing pinpoints
appeared, arranged in a pattern that had grown familiar. The stars of
Varda shining through! With incredible speed the rift in the temple of
Sasso spread. Collapse!
As he plunged toward the Vat he knew he had won, knew he had found the
proper modulation to disrupt the finely balanced system of resonant
bound charges of the Gateway. And he knew the alien thing called Sasso
had been caught between worlds, in _no world at all_, doomed to dwindle
into the nothingness from which it had arisen by feeding upon stolen
lives.
He felt one last wave of malignancy, a wave that faded and left only
his own bodily pain. Then that too became indistinct even though his
finger still stabbed the button of the ruined blast rod smoking red
hot against his palm. And he was falling, not into the Vat but through
limitless space.
The shattered remnants of the Globe and the Gateway dissolved in a
tearing, melting sensation as though the very atoms of his being were
rearranging themselves, a _strain_ that made his mind shriek in torment
and flee to the verge of madness.
There was a flashing glimpse of a grotto, of crystalline, polychromatic
light and tingling warmth--the Chamber. Then that and the pain too was
gone and he fell interminably through blackness.
* * * * *
Seconds ... hours ... eons. And he struck with unexpected mildness on a
hard, flat surface.
He opened one eye--and the other. He placed the palms of his
hands--both hands--against the floor and pushed himself to a sitting
posture.
The fluorescent lights of his own laboratory cast shadowless brilliance
upon him. The charge collectors still whined, their pitch lowering
slowly as he listened, and the air was still pungent with ozone. It
couldn't be--or could it?--that only a few moments of Earth time had
elapsed?
A woman lay on the floor a few feet away, and he knew that he and
she had both been near enough the neutral focus of the forces he had
unleashed to escape destruction. And his arm, his eye--even the hand
Margaret had so cruelly slashed--these parts of him had somehow in the
transit between Varda and Earth his body had been made whole again.
He stared hard at the woman, for it was a different Margaret Matson,
hardly recognizable. There were deep lines and wrinkles in her face and
her revealing Vardan costume showed only too clearly how her once sleek
body had become flabby and misshapen. In that last effort Sasso had fed
ruthlessly upon its own worshippers, and his blast rod discharge had
prevented their rejuvenation by lives stolen in the Vat.
While his mind was still adjusting itself he noticed the copper bar
lying across the contacts of his experimental mechanism, and with
Thin World knowledge he knew exactly what effect it had had upon the
resonance of the bound charges. After a while he stopped merely looking
and went to work.
He picked up a rod of nonconductive plastic and flipped the copper bar
aside. Methodically he replaced blown fuses and threw in the circuit
breakers controlling the bound charge concentrators. The hum rose
rapidly. The machine was not seriously damaged.
A voice startled him.
"Oh! Eldon! You saved me!"
Margaret had regained consciousness. With grim amusement Eldon admitted
to himself that she still thought rapidly and bluffed well. But he kept
on working, not answering her.
"Eldon!" Her voice was impatient. He turned slowly.
She smiled and held her arms out seductively, and the effect was
indescribably grotesque. He felt a malicious urge to bring her face to
face with a mirror. But she would discover her condition soon enough.
He could look at her now without emotion. There was no longer any
hatred in his mind, and no pity either. He turned back to work.
"Eldon! Speak to me!" Her voice trembled between fright and anger. She
was not used to being ignored.
But his mind was buzzing.
He knew he could easily be the foremost scientist of Earth, and
although the miraculous restoration of his arm and eye would be hard
to explain there could be prestige and wealth and power. Easily. Even
though the inanimate materials of Earth, more refractory than those of
Varda, would not respond directly to thoughts his knowledge could be
modified and applied.
And he knew that for El-ve-don of Varda life would not be easy. A
savage environment--the task of exterminating any of the mutant Puvas
who had escaped--the even more difficult task of weaning the surviving
Forest People away from the sullen suspiciousness that generations
of hunted terror had made a fixed habit--leading and driving them to
become the Superiors once more, the leaders of Varda. It would mean
life-long struggle, discomfort and danger, exile from his home world,
and work, work, work to start the world of his beloved once more upon
the path toward civilization. And there would be those who would always
view his efforts with suspicion, even hate and openly oppose him.
* * * * *
He made intricate calculations with lightning speed and his hands
obeyed effortlessly, adjusting the mechanism to limit its field of
effect, setting up a deliberate overload that would reduce it to molten
metal and shards of shattered glass and plastic. It would never do to
leave this minor Gateway open now. Some day, perhaps....
Krasna, too, had been near enough to the neutral focus of escape, and
all at once he knew with irrational surety that their child would
be--_twins_.
He picked up the copper bar.
"Eldon! What are you doing?" Margaret cried.
He gave her a level stare. It would be a fitting and just punishment to
leave her as she was. It would be more humiliating than death.
"I'm going home," he said quietly.
Then he dropped the bar across the contacts.