"I don't know whether we are lost, or, whether the prince has joined us,
deserting the Jivros in the city you Zervs built."
"None but Prince Genner knew our hiding place, and who else would place
themselves under our fire range, knowing we were here?" Even as he
spoke, the door opened in the side of the great disk, and the prince
sprang out, turning to assist his sister to the ground.
The Croen, Cyane, standing beside me, suddenly leaped off the ledge, her
long limbs making easy going of the sloping detritus below. Seconds
later she was running easily across the plain toward the ship, and I was
surprised to see the prince and the queen bow their knees to her, kneel
before her as if praying to a goddess. She touched the bowed heads with
her fingertips, and the three figures then entered the disk and the door
closed. The ship lifted, took off alone in a southerly direction, flying
higher and higher and out of sight. Even as it disappeared, another
great disk lifted from the city, set out in the same direction in
pursuit.
But the smaller ships below lifted at once as they sighted this pursuit,
set out after the second mother disk.
"I guess we're going to miss the fighting," I said to Holaf.
"We can get into it when the time is right. We've got to move at once.
The Jivros know our location now. Come on!"
Holaf strode back into the cavern that had been the Zerv's hideout for
so long. I followed, stopping curiously to examine the apparatus which
the Croen had abandoned on the advent of the prince. It was a kind of
still, bubbling now with a wick lamp under the red fluid, and nearly a
gallon of the end product had collected in a big jar.
"What was this distillation all about?" I asked Holaf.
"It was a medicine she was making for the Shinro. She said that an
injection into their blood would increase their perceptions to a human
range of intelligence, and that then we could use their resulting rage
against their mutilators. It is only a temporary effect. It will wear
off in a day, leave them again to the stupidity the Jivros gave them.
Now, she's gone, I don't even know the dosage. It is useless, the prince
took her from us."
"We can use it, if it is complete. I have the needle I used to revive
the Croen. Bring the stuff; we'll try it."
"We could circle the army, get into the city...." said Holaf, his eyes
glittering on mine.
"Let's go," I cried, getting his idea.
* * *
We were near a hundred and fifty young Zerv fighters, and perhaps as
many women and old men and children. We wound through the passages of
the tunnels in the mountain, came out on the far side from the valley.
Along the mountainside we traveled, and I realized we were at the mercy
of any force we met, being too few and too hampered with baggage and the
helpless members of the Zerv families.
But Holaf knew what to do. He pointed out a trail toward the wilderness
to the thin little column, told them where to take cover and await his
return. Then with myself and a dozen of his best warriors, he turned his
face again toward the Jivro stronghold.
We circled the valley, marching hard, crossing the upper narrow end.
Coming toward the city, twilight was closing down, and we made the last
few miles in complete darkness.
Near the walls, Holaf chopped a thirty-foot sapling, which we carried to
the wall. A young Zerv swarmed up the pole, let down a rope to help the
ascent of the others. I climbed the rough pole after him. I hadn't the
athletic ability of these Zervs who seemed to like to climb ropes hand
over hand. So over and down into the silent city we went, drawing up
pole and rope after us, hiding them in the shadows of the wall.
Like shadows we stole along the streets, and after long minutes heard
the unmistakable feet of the Shinros. They came with that ghastly
mechanical rhythmic tread, eyes staring, backs burdened. I guessed that
now their burdens were materials for the defense of the wall. We
followed, and not far distant from the breach of the explosion of the
disk ship, found our chance. They were accompanied by four of the
hopping Jivros, and upon the back of each a young Zerv sprang, silent as
stalking cats, striking them down, crushing their skulls with vibro-gun
barrels.
Holaf and I set to work immediately on the mindless Shinros, injecting
shots of the red fluid into their veins one by one, varying the shots to
gauge the effect. But it was potent stuff, and before I had the third
man under the needle, the first was speaking in a hoarse, angry voice.
"What has happened to me, what--what?"
Holaf said: "These are almost all graft jobs, were once captives and
normal men. The result, if this shot works, is going to be a thoroughly
angry man, fighting mad for the blood of the Jivros." Then he raised his
voice to the newly revived Shinro.
"You were made into a beast of burden by the Jivro insects! Tonight you
will get your revenge. This shot of sense we are giving you will last
only till daylight, so your life does not matter--it will revert to the
beast in the morning. Go and spend your time where it will hurt the
Jivros most--spill their blood. Their power is ending this night! This is
the beginning of the end for all the Jivro parasites of our race. What
we begin tonight will not stop till every Jivro in the ancient Schree
group of planets is dead and gone!"
As we completed our injections, the column stood waiting, but a column
of sane men, ready to shed Jivro blood for their revenge.
"Go as if to get more burdens of stone to repair the wall. When the
Jivros show themselves, kill, get weapons, do not stop killing until
they are gone or you are dead. You have but this night; make the most of
it."
The column plodded off, in the same apparent condition we had first met
them. But in their brains was boiling, enraged sanity, in a condition of
complete rebellion, of murderous intent.
"They'll sell their lives for something worthwhile, tonight," said Holaf
into my ear, as we set off on their trail. We intended to make the most
of any opening the revived Shinros made for us.
Two more columns of toiling Shinros we liberated with injections, then
our supply of fluid was exhausted. Just what more to do to hurt the
Jivros we didn't know.
"How many ships do those Jivros have? Why are they always in hiding?
Since I've been around here I haven't seen a dozen of 'em at one time!"
I asked Holaf, my feet tired from sneaking along the deserted streets.
"They never come out in the open except for some express reason, such as
driving the Shinros to work. They still have probably a score of ships."
"Twenty of those big disks?" I asked.
"Yes, I would say that many. But they will not bring them out to battle
unless there is no other way. A Jivro never does anything he can get a
human to do. Now that they have only the Shinros in the city, with the
army out there searching for the Croen--and maybe the most of it
deserting to some rendezvous the prince sent them word about--they will
do nothing unless they must. You know how a spider hides when it senses
danger?"
"There are many insects that hide when they are in fear."
"They have that trait, but they also have courage when desperation
drives them. Now they are holed up in their strongholds, waiting
developments. They will only come out to fight if they see an
opportunity to crush their opposition, or if they are driven forth."
Suddenly the long beam of a searchlight lanced across the night sky
above, then another and another. For an instant a huge disk showed in
the beam. It tilted and drove abruptly sideways out of the light. The
beam danced after. It was not seen again, and still more beams winked
on, began to search, systematically quartering the sky.
"I would say our friends, the Jivros, were in for it. The prince and the
Croen are attacking," I said to Holaf.
He grunted.
"I didn't expect it so soon. They do not have the strength in ships. But
the Croen must have some stunt figured out to equalize their power."
We moved along pretty rapidly, keeping to the shadows, and soon were
again at the side of that flat, paved place from which the disk ships
took off. Overhead loomed the beetling walls of the palace from which
the prince had led his people in revolt--manned now by the Jivros. I
wondered how it felt to them to have to do their own fighting.
The beams moving about from the top of the building lit the streets
about us with a distinct glow. It was no place to remain. We moved back
along the parallel street, and I had an idea. Whatever was I carrying
all this weight of heavy game rifle and knapsack of cartridges, and not
even getting in position for a shot? I gestured to Holaf and tapped the
rifle, pointing up.
He got the idea, led me to a dark doorway and we entered the building,
made our way to the roof. Lying prone along the parapet of the roof, I
adjusted the sights for two hundred yards, and swung the rifle sight
slowly across the flat roof of the palace. The reflections of the big
searchlights made the surface quite bright, and about each light was a
group of the tall white-robed Jivros. They made perfect targets!
I began to fire, taking my time, centering each figure exactly. At each
shot, one Jivro fell. I had fired but a score of times, and the
white-robed creatures began to leave the lights, to cluster about the
archway over the roof stair.
Grouped as they now were, I did not need to aim. I fired four more clips
as rapidly as I could load them. Then the remaining Jivros began to
swing the great beams in a frantic search for the deadly fire. As the
beam swung toward us, Holaf seized my head, pushed it beneath the
parapet. The beam swept on without pausing. I raised my head and kept on
firing.
All of the beams but two were now stationary and unattended. I could not
reach these, the angle of fire was wrong; but I could see the base of
the lights, and as they swung again toward me, I fired into the center
of the beam. It blinked out. Holaf clapped me on the shoulder.
"Get the rest of the lights, man, never mind the damned insects! The
Croen will take care of them soon enough."
One by one I put out the search beams, the sky overhead grew dark again.
"These are the creatures who expect to conquer the earth!" I cried out
scornfully to Holaf. "They could be bested by a bunch of boy scouts with
twenty-twos!"
"They have never fought! They are only priests, not warriors. They are
not thinking of conquering anything now, without their willing servants.
They are fighting only for life!"
Overhead still wheeled the circle of guarding disks, manned, I knew, by
the inexperienced priest-like insect men. I took a careful aim at the
glowing transparent bulge in the center of the nearest, hoping the alien
plastic was as soft as the earth plastics. But there was no way to tell
if it had pierced the shell of plastic, or if it had done any harm.
Fumbling in my pockets, I pulled out a loaded clip, lay there pondering
with the clip in front of my nose. Absently I noted the black band
around the nose of the bullets, indicating it was a high-velocity,
armor-piercing cartridge, manufactured by the U.S. Army for exactly such
emergencies as I faced. I did not know if it would prove too big a
powder-charge for my rifle, I did not know then even how I came to have
the cartridges. Polter had bought some Army ammunition and these must
have been among his things. I may have been firing them steadily and not
known the difference.
I inserted the clip, and lay there with my fore-sight following the disk
ship in its steady circling flight. Just where would an armor-piercing
steel bullet do the most harm? I shot the clip out at the great round
body of the thing, trying to guess where a hit might damage machinery or
pierce fuel tanks. There was no visible result, and I gave the flying
disks up as a bad job. How did I know they were built to resist meteors
in ultra high-speed space flight? It didn't even occur to me.
"Where're your buddies?" I asked Holaf. He lay beside me peering down
into the street below.
"Gone to join the Shinro. They are storming the doors of the palace
now." He gestured toward the street.
I leaned over the parapet. Below in the street the hideous, mutilated
bodies of the Shinro moved in a mass. They had brought up a huge beam,
and were pounding it against the great palace doors. Others climbed
toward the tall barred windows, some of them slipped through. But of the
white-robed Jivros there was now no visible sign.
I was about to send a few shots through those same windows, when a
waving white cloth from a window near the top of the huge structure drew
my eyes. A sudden fear struck my heart. Could that be my Zoorph, left
there--could that be Carna? I felt sure it was, and something warm and
pitiful seemed to flutter in my chest as I thought of her alone among
those hopping Jivros. I got to my feet, started across the roof.
"Where are you going, earthman?" asked Holaf, placing a hand on my
shoulder.
"I am going into that place, but there is no need you accompanying me. I
think I saw Carna at her window, a prisoner! I would like to free her."
Holaf gave a cry of unbelief.
"No, you cannot do that! The Croen means to destroy that place down to
the ground. Carna will have to perish with it. It is too bad, but you
cannot enter there. I know what is going to happen."
Even as he spoke, a great white blossom of flame spurted suddenly over
our heads, spread and spread across the sky above the circling ships.
Looking up, my eyes were struck blind. I dropped to the roof surface
with agony. Then came the terrific, stunning concussion. The prince was
letting off the fireworks at last! I exulted, even as I despaired.
Somehow I only now realized that this waiting, strange Zoorph in her
prison, who faced death because forgotten by her friends--_must not
die!_ In my heart some warm thing she had waked there with her magic
breathed, moved, sprang into complete life. I could not see her die! I
must get into that place that I saw was doomed, even as I now saw two of
the great ships above falter in flight, turn and slide downward at
increasing speed. The concussion had broken them, perhaps destroyed the
life within them. I realized that in a short time the same thing was
going to happen to the headquarters of the Jivros.
Below, the booming of the great ram against the palace door ceased,
there came wild shouts, cheers, running feet, terrible screams of agony.
I ran down the ramps up which we had ascended to the roof. Heedless of
danger, I raced along the dark street, across the wide-open space
surrounding the palace.
About the palace door the dead were sprawled in mangled heaps. Among the
dead were several white robes, now stained with the pale blood of the
Jivros. I surmised the frightened creatures had opened the door,
intending to kill the men wielding the ram--and had been unable to do a
complete job. The doors gaped open. I stumbled over the reeking heap of
slain. A dying man raised one horrible crab claw to me, called out my
name! It was Jake, his ugly face now a horror. I had not even known he
had received the reviving shot of the Croen medicine.
I bent to hear his words, but he only looked at me for a second, his
lips formed one word: "Gold!" He laughed bitterly, repeated it: "Gold,
hell!" and then his head dropped lifeless.
I raced on into the place, and at my heels came Holaf. In his hands he
held the vibro gun, and on his face was a wild triumph. He kept crying
aloud:
"Death to the Jivros! An end to tyranny!"
I had no time for the political angles which so inspired Holaf. I raced
upward along the same paths by which Prince Genner had led me to my own
detention quarters. I did not know how to reach Carna's room except that
it lay directly above my own. I raced into the open door of the prince's
quarters, and to that window by which Carna had entered. I leaned out,
shouted at the top of my voice.
"Zoorph, are you there?"
Her voice came to me with a message of relief, yet it justified my worse
fears. She was here, and the place was about to be blasted by some
titanic explosive of the Croen science creation! Her words were
indistinct, but the tone was almost mocking, and I thought I heard her
laugh.
"Can you come down, Carna, or do I have to come after you?"
Seconds later the knotted drape she had used before swayed down into
sight, I grasped it to steady it. Her bare legs followed, and now her
voice came to me with a sweet mockery:
"Never let it be said that Carna required a lover to climb to her
window! Rather let it be said that passion made Carna risk...."
Overhead another of the terrible blasts of flame blazed across the sky.
The light blazed all about us, and Carna leaped from the window ledge
into my arms even as the concussion struck at us. I lost my balance; we
fell to the floor together ... and her voice went calmly, mockingly on,
loud in the sudden ensuing silence:
"... death itself to be at her lover's side! And it sounds as if we both
risked death this night!"
I lay there staring into those mysterious depths of her strange
wide-spaced eyes, and she giggled a little. I could not help laughing.
Even as I struggled to retain sense an almost hysterical laugh of relief
broke from me.
We got to our feet, and in spite of the terrible danger, our arms kept
hold of each other, our eyes still held together, and our lips were
drawn together and burned there for minutes.
"This is madness, woman, we must get out of here. The Croen has made
bombs for the prince's ships. He has rebelled against the Jivros,
released the Croen, Cyane, they will blast this place, perhaps the whole
city, before this night is over!"
"So no one placed any value on the life or the help of Carna but the
earth man! Why did you come here for me, Carl?"
"I saw your scarf at the window. I learned then what I did not know
before--I could not let you die! Do you know what I felt when I knew you
were still in this prison?"
"Of course I know. You see, Carl, the magic of the Zoorphs is really a
magic of love. You love me, and I willed it so. You will always love me
now!"