BEYOND THE MOON
And now the Dog Star called. Croft had proved his ability to project
his conscious self beyond earth's attraction and return. And, having
proved that, the old lure of the star he had watched when a student in
the Indian mountains came back with a double strength. No longer was
it an occasional prompting. Rather it was a never-ceasing urge which
nagged him night and day.
He yielded at last. But remembering his return from his first
experiment, he arranged for the next with due care. In order that
Mrs. Goss might not become alarmed by seeing his body entranced, he
arranged for her to take a holiday with a married daughter in another
part of the State, telling her simply that he himself expected to be
absent from his home for an indefinite time and would summon her upon
his return.
He knew the woman well enough to be sure she would spread the word of
his coming absence, and so felt assured that his body would remain
undisturbed during the period of his venture into universal space.
Having seen the old woman depart, he entered the library, drew down
all the blinds, and stretched himself on the couch. Fixing his mind on
Sirius to the exclusion of everything else, he threw off the bonds of
the flesh.
Yet here, as it chanced, even Croft made a well-nigh fatal mistake. It
was toward Sirius he had willed himself in his thoughts, and Sirius is
a sun. As a result, he realized none too soon that he was floating in
the actual nebula surrounding the flaming orb itself.
Directly beneath him, as it appeared, the Dog Star rolled, a mass
of electric fire. Mountains of flame ran darting off into space in
all directions. Between them the whole surface of the sun boiled and
bubbled and seethed like a world-wide caldron. Not for a moment was
there any rest upon that surface toward which he was sinking with
incredible speed. Every atom of the monster sun was in motion, ever
shifting, ever changing yet always the same. It quivered and billowed
and shook. Flames of every conceivable color radiated from it in waves
of awful heat. Vast explosions recurred again and again on the ever
heaving surface. What seemed unthinkable hurricanes rushed into the
voids created by the exploding gases.
In this maelstrom of titanic forces Croft found himself caught. Not
even the wonderful force his spirit had attained could overcome the
sun's power of repulsion. His progress stayed, he hung above the molten
globe beneath him, imprisoned, unable to extricate himself from his
position, buffeted, swirled about and swayed by the irresistible forces
which warred around him in a never-ceasing tumult such as he had never
conceived.
Something like a vague question as to his fate rather than any fear
assailed him, something like a blind wonder. The force which held him
was one beyond his experience or knowledge. He knew that a true spirit,
a pure ego, could not wholly perish, yet now he asked himself what
would be the effect of close proximity to such an enormous center of
elemental activity upon an ego not wholly sublimated, such as his.
His will power actually faltered, staggered. For the time being he
lost his ability to chose his course. He had willed himself here,
and here he was, but he found himself unable to will himself back or
anywhere else, in fact. The sensation crept through his soul that he
was a plaything of fate, a mad ego which had ventured too far, dared
too much, sought to learn those things possibly forbidden, hence caught
in a net of universal law, woven about him by his own mad thirst
for knowledge--a spirit doomed by its own daring to an eternity of
something closely approaching the orthodox hell.
* * * * *
Through eons of time, as it seemed to him, he hung above that blazing
orb, surrounded by seething gases which dimmed but did not wholly
obscure his vision. Then a change began taking place. A great spot of
darkness appeared on the pulsing body of the sun. It widened swiftly.
About it the fiery elements of molten mass seemed to center their main
endeavor. Vast streamers of flaming gas leaped and darted about its
spreading center. It stretched and spread.
To Croft's fascinated vision it showed a mighty, funnel-like chasm,
reaching down for thousands of miles into the very heart of their
solar mass. And suddenly he knew that once more he was sinking, was
being drawn down, down, to be engulfed in that terrible throat of the
terrifying funnel, swept and sucked down like a bit of driftwood into
the maw of a whirlpool, powerless to resist.
Down he sank, down, between walls of living fire which swirled about
him with an inconceivable velocity of revolution. The vapors which
closed about him seemed to stifle even his spirit senses. Down, down,
how far he had no conception. He had lost all control, all conscious
power to judge of time or distance. Yet he was able still to see. And
so at last he sensed that the fiery walls were coming swiftly together.
For a wild instant he conceived himself engulfed. Then he knew that he
was being thrown out and upward again with terrific force, literally
crowded forth with the outrushing gases between the collapsing walls,
and hurled again into space.
Darkness came down, a darkness so deep it seemed a thousand suns
might not pierce it through with their rays. Sirius, the great sun,
seemed blotted out. He was seized by a sense of falling through that
Stygian shroud. In which direction he knew not, or why or how. He knew
only that his ego over which he had lost control was swirling in vast
spirals down and down through an endless void to an endless fate--that
he who had come so confidently forth to explore the universal secrets
had become a waif in the uncharted immensity of the eternal universe.
The sensation went on and on. So much he knew. Still he was conscious.
The thought came to him that this was his punishment for daring to
know. Still conscious, he must be still bound by natural law. Had he
broken that law and been cast into utter darkness, to remain forever
conscious of his fate? Yet if so, where was he falling, where was he to
wander, and for how long? His senses reeled.
By degrees, however, he fought back to some measure of control. His
very necessity prompted the attempt. And by degrees there came to him
a sense of not being any longer alone. In the almost palpable darkness
it seemed that other shapes and forms, whose warp and woof was darkness
also, floated and writhed about him as he fell.
They thrust against him; they gibbered soundlessly at him. They taunted
him as he passed. And yet their very presence helped him in the end. He
called his own knowledge to his assistance. He recognized these shapes
of terror as those elementals of which occult teaching spoke, things
which roamed in the darkness, which had as yet never been able to reach
out and gain a soul for themselves.
With understanding came again the power of independent action.
Unknowing whither, Croft willed himself out of their midst to some spot
unnamed, where he might gain a spiritual moment of rest--to the nearest
bit of matter afloat in the universal void. Abruptly he became aware of
the near presence of some solid substance, the sense of falling ended,
and he knew that his will had found expression in fact.
Yet wherever it was he had landed, the region was dead. Like the moon,
it was wholly devoid of moisture or atmosphere. The presence of solid
matter, however, gave him back a still further sense of control. Though
he was still enveloped in darkness, he reasoned that if this was a
planet and possessed of a sun in its system, its farther side must
be bathed in light. Reason also told him that in all probability he
was still within the system of Sirius despite the seemingly endless
distance he had come.
Exerting his will, he passed over the darkened face and emerged on the
other side in the midst of a ghostly light. At once he became conscious
of his surroundings, of a valley and encircling lofty mountains. From
the sides of the latter came the peculiar light. Examination showed
Croft that it was given off by some substance which glowed with a
phosphorescence sufficient to cast faint shadows of the rocks which
strewed the dead and silent waste.
Not knowing where he was, loath to dare again the void, hardly knowing
whether to will himself back to earth or remain and abide the issue of
his own adventure, Croft waited, debating the question, until at length
the top of a mountain lighted as if from a rising sun. Inside a few
moments the valley was bathed in light; he saw the great sun Sirius
wheel up the morning sky.
Peace came into his soul. He was still a conscious ego, still a
creature in the universe of light. He gazed about. Close to the line of
the horizon, and shining with what was plainly reflected light, he saw
the vast outlines of another planet he had failed to note until now.
He understood. This was the major planet, surely one of the Dog Star's
pack; and he had alighted on one of its moons. All desire to remain
there left him. He was tired of dead worlds, of bottomless voids.
As before on the moon itself, he felt a resurgent desire to bathe in an
atmosphere of life. By now, fairly himself again, the wish was father
to the fact. Summoning his will, he made the final step of his journey,
as it was to prove, and found himself standing on a world not so vastly
different from his own.
* * * * *
He stood on the side of a mountain in the midst of an almost tropic
vegetation. Giant trees were about him, giant ferns sprouted from the
soil. But here, as on earth, the color of the leaves was green. Through
a break in the forest he gazed across a vast, wide-flung plain through
which a mighty river made its way. Its waters glinted in the rays of
the rising sun. Its banks were lined with patches of what he knew from
their appearance were cultivated fields. Beyond them was a dun track,
reminding him of the arid stretches of a desert, reaching out as far
as his vision could plumb the distance.
He turned his eyes and followed the course of the river. By stages of
swift interest he traced it to a point where it disappeared beneath
what seemed the dull red walls of a mighty city. They were huge walls,
high and broad, bastioned and towered, flung across the course of the
river, which ran on through the city itself, passed beyond a farther
wall, and--beyond that again there was the glint of silver and blue
in Croft's eyes--the shimmer of a vast body of water--whether lake or
ocean he did not know then.
The call of a bird brought his attention back. Life was waking in the
mountain forest where he stood. Gay-plumaged creatures, not unlike
earthly parrots, were fluttering from tree to tree. The sound of a
grunting came toward him. He swung about. His eyes encountered those
of other life. A creature such as he had never seen was coming out of
a quivering mass of sturdy fern. It had small, beady eyes and a snout
like a pig. Two tusks sprouted from its jaws like the tusks of a boar.
But the rest of the body, although something like that of a hog, was
covered with a long wool-like hair, fine and seemingly almost silken
soft.
This, as he was to learn later, was the tabur, an animal still wild
on Palos, though domesticated and raised both for its hair, which was
woven into fabrics, and for its flesh, which was valued as food. While
Croft watched, it began rooting about the foot of a tree on one side of
the small glade where he stood. Plainly it was hunting for something to
eat.
Once more he turned to the plain and stood lost in something new.
Across the dun reaches of the desert, beyond the green region of the
river, was moving a long dark string of figures, headed toward the city
he had seen. It was like a caravan, Croft thought, in its arrangement,
save that the moving objects which he deemed animals of some sort,
belonged in no picture of a caravan such as he had ever seen.
Swiftly he willed himself toward them and moved along by their side.
Something like amazement filled his being. These beasts were such
creatures as might have peopled the earth in the Silurian age. They
were huge, twice the size of an earthly elephant. They moved in a
majestic fashion, yet with a surprising speed. Their bodies were
covered with a hairless skin, reddish pink in color, wrinkled and
warted and plainly extremely thick. It slipped and slid over the
muscles beneath it as they swung forward on their four massive legs,
each one of which ended in a five-toed foot armed with short heavy
claws.
But it was the head and neck and tail of the things which gave Croft
pause. The head was more that of a sea-serpent or a monster lizard than
anything else. The neck was long and flexible and curved like that of a
camel. The tail was heavy where it joined the main spine, but thinned
rapidly to a point. And the crest of head and neck, the back of each
creature, so far as he could see, was covered with a sort of heavy
scale, an armor devised by nature for the thing's protection, as it
appeared. Yet he could not see very well, since each Sarpelca, as he
was to learn their Palosian name, was loaded heavily with bundles and
bales of what might be valuable merchandise.
And on each sat a man. Croft hesitated not at all to give them that
title, since they were strikingly like the men of earth in so far as
he could see. They had heads and arms and legs and a body, and their
faces were white. Their features departed in no particular, so far as
he could see, from the faces of earth, save that all were smooth, with
no evidence of hair on upper lip or cheek or chin.
They were clad in loose cloak-like garments and a hooded cap or cowl.
They sat the Sarpelcas just back of the juncture of the body and neck,
and guided the strange-appearing monsters by means of slender reins
affixed to two of the fleshy tentacles which sprouted about the beast's
almost snakelike mouths.
That this strange cortège was a caravan Croft was now assured. He
decided to follow it to the city and inspect that as well. Wherefore
he kept on beside it down the valley, along what he now saw was a
well-defined and carefully constructed road, built of stone, cut to a
nice approximation, along which the unwieldy procession made good time.
The road showed no small knowledge of engineering. It was like the
roads of Ancient Rome, Croft thought with quickened interest. It was
in a perfect state of preservation and showed signs of recent mending
here and there. While he was feeling a quickened interest in this the
caravan entered the cultivated region along the river, and Croft gave
his attention to the fields.
* * * * *
The first thing he noted here was the fact that all growth was due to
irrigation, carried out by means of ditches and laterals very much as
on earth at the present time. Here and there as the caravan passed down
the splendid road he found a farmer's hut set in a bower of trees.
For the most part they were built of a tan-colored brick, and roofed
with a thatching of rushes from the river's bank. He saw the natives
working in the fields, strong-bodied men, clad in what seemed a single
short-skirted tunic reaching to the knees, with the arms and lower
limbs left bare.
One or two stopped work and stood to watch the caravan pass, and Croft
noticed that their faces were intelligent, well featured, and their
hair for the most part a sort of rich, almost chestnut brown, worn
rather long and wholly uncovered or else caught about the brows by a
cincture which held a bit of woven fabric draped over the head and down
the neck.
Travel began to thicken along the road. The natives seemed heading to
the city, to sell the produce of their fields. Croft found himself
drawing aside in the press as the caravan overtook the others and
crowded past. So real had it become to him that for the time he forgot
he was no more than an impalpable, invisible thing these people could
not contact or see. Then he remembered and gave his attention to what
he might behold once more.
They had just passed a heavy cart drawn by two odd creatures,
resembling a deer save that they were larger and possessed of hoofs
like those of earth-born horses, and instead of antlers sported two
little horns not over six inches long. They were in color almost a
creamy white, and he fancied them among the most beautiful forms of
animal life he had ever beheld. On the cart itself were high piled
crates of some unknown fowl, as he supposed--some edible bird, with
the head of a goose, the plumage of a pheasant so far as its brilliant
coloring went, long necks and bluish, webbed feet. Past the cart they
came upon a band of native women carrying baskets and other burdens,
strapped to their shoulders. Croft gave them particular attention,
since as yet he had seen only men.
The Palosian females were fit mates, he decided, after he had given
them a comprehensive glance. They were strong limbed and deep breasted.
These peasant folks at least were simply clad. Like the men, they
wore but a single garment, falling just over the bend of the knees and
caught together over one shoulder with an embossed metal button, so far
as he could tell. The other arm and shoulder were left wholly bare, as
were their feet and legs, save that they wore coarse sandals of wood,
strapped by leather thongs about ankle and calf. Their baskets were
piled with vegetables and fruit, and they chattered and laughed among
themselves as they walked.
And now as the Sarpelcas shuffled past, the highway grew actually
packed. Also it drew nearer to the river and the city itself. The
caravan thrust its way through a drove of the taburs--the woolly hogs
such as Croft had seen on the side of the mountain. The hogsherds,
rough, powerful, bronzed fellows, clad in hide aprons belted about
their waists and nothing else, stalked beside their charges and
exchanged heavy banter with the riders of the Sarpelcas as the caravan
passed.
From behind a sound of shouting reached Croft's ears. He glanced
around. Down the highway, splitting the throng of early market people,
came some sort of conveyance, drawn by four of the beautiful creamy
deerlike creatures he had seen before. They were harnessed abreast and
had nodding plumes fixed to the head bands of their bridles in front of
their horns. These plumes were all of a purple color, and from the way
the crowds gave way before the advance of the equipage, Croft deemed
that it bore some one of note. Even the captain of the Sarpelca train,
noting the advance of the gorgeous team, drew his huge beasts to the
side of the road and stood up in his seatlike saddle to face inward as
it passed.
* * * * *
The vehicle came on. Croft watched intently as it approached. So nearly
as he could tell, it was a four-wheeled conveyance something like an
old-time chariot in front, where stood the driver of the cream-white
steeds, and behind that protected from the sun by an arched cover
draped on each side with a substance not unlike heavy silk. These
draperies, too, were purple in shade, and the body and wheels of the
carriage seemed fashioned from something like burnished copper, as it
glistened brightly in advance.
Then it was upon them, and Croft could look squarely into the shaded
depths beneath the cover he now saw to be supported by upright metal
rods, save at the back where the body continued straight up in a curve
to form the top.
The curtains were drawn back since the morning air was still fresh,
and Jason gained a view of those who rode. He gave them one glance and
mentally caught his breath. There were two passengers in the coach--a
woman and a man. The latter was plainly past middle age, well built,
with a strongly set face and hair somewhat sprinkled with gray. He was
clad in a tunic the like of which Croft had never seen, since it seemed
woven of gold, etched and embroidered in what appeared stones or jewels
of purple, red, and green. This covered his entire body and ended in
half sleeves below which his forearms were bare.
He wore a jeweled cap supporting a single spray of purple feathers.
From an inch below his knees his legs were incased in what seemed an
open-meshed casing of metal, in color not unlike his tunic, jointed
at the ankles to allow of motion when he walked. There were no seats
proper in the carriage, but rather a broad padded couch upon which both
passengers lay.
So much Croft saw, and then, forsaking the caravan, let himself drift
along beside the strange conveyance to inspect the girl. In fact,
after the first swift glance at the man, he had no eyes save for his
companion in the coach.
She was younger than the man, yet strangely like him in a feminine
way--more slender, more graceful as she lay at her ease. Her face was
a perfect oval, framed in a wealth of golden hair, which, save for a
jeweled cincture, fell unrestrained about her shoulders in a silken
flood. Her eyes were blue--the purple blue of the pansy--her skin, seen
on face and throat and bared left shoulder and arm, a soft, firm white.
For she was dressed like the peasant women, save in a richer fashion.
Her single robe was white, lustrous in its sheen. It was broidered with
a simple jeweled margin at throat and hem and over the breasts with
stones of blue and green.
Her girdle was of gold in color, catching her just above the hips with
long ends and fringe which fell down the left side of the knee-length
skirt. Sandals of the finest imaginable skin were on the soles of her
slender pink-nailed feet, bare save for a jewel-studded toe and instep
band, and the lacing cords which were twined about each limb as high as
the top of the calf. On her left arm she wore a bracelet, just above
the wrist, as a single ornament.
Croft gave her one glance which took in every detail of her presence
and attire. He quivered as with a chill. Some change as cataclysmic
as his experience of the night before above the Dog Star itself took
place in his spiritual being. He felt drawn toward this beautiful girl
of Palos as he had never in all his life on earth been drawn toward a
woman before.
It was as though suddenly he had found something he had lost--as though
he had met one known and forgotten and now once more recognized.
Without giving the act the slightest thought of consideration, he
willed himself into the coach between the fluttering curtains of purple
silk, and crouched down on the padded platform at her feet.