The Eternal Ones Follow!
My left hand slipped suddenly off. But the right held. I drew myself
upward. The Mother slipped from my shoulder to the top of the rock.
Grasped my left hand with one of the white mantles, drew me to safety.
Trembling from the strain of it, I got to my feet upon the soft
scarlet moss, and surveyed our fortress. The moss-covered surface was
almost level, a score of feet wide at the middle, where we stood, and
a hundred in length. On all sides the walls were steep, though not
everywhere so steep as where I had leaped up.
"Thank you, Adventurer," the Mother whistled musically. "You have saved
my life, and the lives of all my people to come."
"I was merely repaying a debt," I told her.
We watched the red globes. Very soon they reached the foot of the
cliff. The rumble of drums floated up from the group of them. And they
scattered, surrounding the butte.
Presently we discovered that they were attempting to climb up. They
were not strong enough to make the leap as I had done. But they were
finding fissures and ledges upon which their long tentacles could find
a grasp, drawing themselves up.
We patrolled the sides of the rock regularly, and I shot those which
seemed to be making the best progress. I was able to aim carefully at
an eye or the base of a tentacle. And usually a single shot was enough
to send the climber rolling back down to the green jungle.
The view from our stronghold was magnificent. On one side was an
endless wall of yellow scrub, with crimson mountains towering above
it in the distance. On the other, the green tangle of the luxuriant
creepers swept down to the wide silver river. Yellow and green mottled
the slope that stretched up to scarlet hills beyond.
We held out for an entire day.
The sun sank beyond the red mountains when we had been upon the butte
only an hour or two. A dark night would have terminated our adventures
on the spot. But fortunately the huge white disk of the earth rose
almost immediately after sunset, and gave sufficient light throughout
the night to enable us to see the spheres that persisted in attempting
to climb the walls of our fort.
It was late on the following afternoon that I used my last shot. I
turned to the Mother with the news that I could no longer keep the red
spheres from the walls, that they would soon be overwhelming us.
"It does not matter," she piped. "The Eternal Ones have found us again."
Looking nervously about, I saw the bars of ghostly light once more.
Seven thin upright pillars of silvery radiance, standing in a ring
about us. They had exactly the same appearance as those from which we
had fled at the pool.
"I have felt them watching for some time," she said. "Before, we
escaped by running away. Now that is impossible."
Calmly she coiled her tawny length. The white mantles were folded
against her golden fur. Her small head sank upon her coils, blue crest
erect above it. Her violet eyes were grave, calm, alert. They reflected
neither fear nor despair.
The seven pillars of light about us became continually brighter.
One of the red spheres, with black tentacles extended, dragged itself
upon the top of the butte, with us. The Mother saw it, but paid it no
heed. It was outside the ring formed by the seven pillars. I stood
still, within that ring, beside the Mother, watching--waiting.
The seven columns of light grew brighter.
Then it seemed that they were no longer merely light, but solid metal.
At the same instant, I was blinded with a flash of light, intolerably
bright. A splintering crash of sound smote my ears, sharp as the crack
of a rifle, infinitely louder. A wave of pain flashed over my body,
as if I had received a severe electric shock. I had a sense of abrupt
movement, as if the rock beneath my feet had been jarred by a moonquake.
Then we were no longer upon the rock.
I was standing upon a broad, smooth metal plate. About its edge
rose seven metal rods, shining with a white light, their positions
corresponding exactly to the seven ghostly pillars. The Mother was
coiled on the metal plate beside me, her violet eyes still cool and
quiet, revealing no surprise.
But I was dazed with astonishment.
For we were no longer in the jungle. The metal plate upon which I stood
was part of a complex mechanism, of bars and coils of shining wire, and
huge tubes of transparent crystal, which stood in the center of a broad
open court, paved with bright, worn metal.
About the court towered buildings. Lofty, rectangular edifices of metal
and transparent crystal. They were not beautiful structures. Nor were
they in good repair. The metal was covered with ugly red oxide. Many of
the crystal panels were shattered.
Along the metal-paved streets, and on the wide courtyard about us,
things were moving. Not human beings. Not evidently, living things
at all. But grotesque things of metal. Machines. They had no common
standard of form; few seemed to resemble any others. They had
apparently been designed with a variety of shapes, to fill a variety of
purposes. But many had a semblance to living things that was horrible
mockery.
"This is the land of the Eternal Ones," the Mother piped to me softly.
"These are the beings that destroyed my people, seeking new brains for
their worn-out machines."
"But how did we get here?" I demanded.
* * * * *
"Evidently they have developed means of transmitting matter through
space. A mere technical question. Resolving matter into energy,
transmitting the energy without loss on a light beam, condensing it
again into the original atoms.
"It is not remarkable that the Eternal Ones can do such things. When
they gave up all that is life, for such power. When they sacrificed
their bodies for machines. Should they not have some reward?"
"It seems impossible--"
"It must, to you. The science of your world is young. If you have
television after a few hundred years, what will you not have developed
after a hundred thousand?
"Even to the Eternal Ones, it is new. It is only in the time of my own
life that they have been able to transmit objects between two stations,
without destroying their identity. And they have never before used this
apparatus, with carrier rays that could reach out to disintegrate our
bodies upon the rock, and create a reflecting zone of interference that
would focus the beam here--"
Her piping notes broke off sharply. Three grotesque machines were
advancing upon us, about the platform. Queer bright cases, with levels
and wheels projecting from them. Jointed metal limbs. Upon the top of
each was a transparent crystal dome, containing a strange, shapeless
gray mass. A soft helpless gray thing, with huge black staring eyes.
The brain in the machine! The Eternal One.
Horrible travesties of life, were those metal things. At first they
appeared almost alive, with their quick, sure movements. But mechanical
sounds came from them, little clatterings and hummings. They were stark
and ugly.
And their eyes roughened my skin with dread. Huge, black, and cold.
There was nothing warm in them, nothing human, nothing kind. They were
as emotionless as polished lenses. And filled with menace.
"They shall not take me alive!" the Mother piped, lifting herself
beside me on tawny coils.
Then, as if something had snapped like a taut wire in my mind, I ran at
the nearest of the Eternal Ones, my eyes searching swiftly for a weapon.
It was one of the upright metal rods that I seized. Its lower end was
set in an oddly shaped mass of white crystal, which I took to be an
insulator of some kind. It shattered when I threw my weight on the rod.
And the rod came free in my hands, the white glow vanishing from it, so
I saw it was copper.
Thus I was provided with a massive metal club, as heavy as I could
readily swing. On earth, it would have weighed far more than I could
lift.
Raising it over my head, I sprang in front of the foremost of the
advancing machines--a case of bright metal, moving stiffly upon metal
limbs, with a dome-shaped shell of crystal upon it, which housed the
helpless gray brain, with its black, unpleasant eyes. I saw little
tentacles--feeble translucent fingers--reaching from the brain to touch
controlling levers.
The machine paused before me. An angry, insistent buzzing came from it.
A great, hooked, many-jointed metal lever reached out from it suddenly,
as if to seize me.
And I struck, bringing the copper bar down upon the transparent dome
with all my strength. The crystal was tough. But the inertia of the
copper bar was as great as it would have been upon the earth; its
hundreds of pounds came down with a force indeed terrific.
The dome was shattered. And the gray brain smashed into red pulp.
The Eternal Ones would certainly have been able to seize the Mother,
without suffering any harm. And probably any other creature of the
moon, that might have been brought with her on the matter-transmitting
beam. But they were not equipped for dealing with a being whose muscles
were the stronger ones of earth.
The two fellows of the Eternal One I had destroyed fell upon me. Though
the copper bar was not very heavy, it was oddly hard to swing, because
of its great inertia. The metal limbs of the third machine closed
about my body, even as I crushed the brain in the second with another
smashing blow.
I squirmed desperately, but I was unable to twist about to get in a
position to strike.
Then the Mother was gliding toward me. Blue crest erect upon her golden
head, eager light of battle flashing in her violet eyes. From her
smooth, tawny sides the mantles were stiffly outstretched. And they
were almost scarlet with the flashing lights that played through them.
My momentary despair vanished; I felt that she was invincible.
She almost reached me. And then rose upon her glossy coils, and gazed
at the brain in the transparent dome of the machine that held me, her
membranes still alight.
Abruptly the machine released me; its metal limbs were relaxed,
motionless.
My encrimsoned copper mace rose and descended once more, and the
machine fell with a clatter upon its side.
"My mental energy is greater than that of the Eternal One," the Mother
piped in calm explanation. "I was able to interfere with its neural
processes to cause paralysis." She looked about us suddenly.
"But smash the delicate parts of this machine that brought us here. So
that if we have the good fortune to escape, they cannot soon bring us
back. I know it is the only one they have, and it does not look as if
it could be quickly repaired."
* * * * *
My club was busy again. Delicate coils were battered beneath it.
Complex prisms and mirrors and lenses shattered. Delicate wires and
grids in crystal shells, which must have been electron tubes, destroyed.
The three machines we had wrecked had been the only ones near. But a
score or more of others were soon approaching across the metal-paved
court, producing buzzing sounds as if of anger and excitement. Some of
them were near before my work was done.
Too many of them to battle. We must attempt an escape.
I stooped, picked up the Mother's warm, downy body, and ran across the
platform, toward the ring of approaching machine-beings. Near them, I
leaped, as high and as far as I could.
[Illustration: I picked up the Mother's warm downy body and ran toward
the ring of machine-beings. Near them I leaped as high and as far as I
could.]
The spring carried me over them, and a good many yards beyond. In a
moment I was in the middle of a worn pavement of metal. The street,
almost empty of the machines, ran between ancient and ugly buildings,
toward a lofty wall of some material black and brilliant as obsidian.
I hastened desperately toward the wall, moving with great leaps. The
Eternal Ones followed in humming, clattering confusion, falling swiftly
behind.
They had been taken quite by surprise, of course. And, as the Mother
had said, dependence upon the machine had not developed in them the
ability to respond quickly to emergencies.
As we later discovered, some of the machines could travel much faster
than could we. But, as I have remarked, the things were not of a
standard design, all differing. And none of those behind us happened to
be of the fastest type.
I do not doubt that they could easily have destroyed us, as we fled.
But their object would have been defeated. They wanted the Mother alive.
We reached the shining black wall well ahead of our pursuers. Its
surface was smooth and perpendicular; it was fully as high as the cliff
up which I had leaped with the Mother. And there was no projecting
ledge to save us if I fell short.
I paused, dropping the heavy mace.
"You could toss me up," the Mother suggested. "Then leap."
There was no time for delay. She coiled quickly up into a golden
sphere. I hurled her upward, like a football. She vanished over the top
of the wall. I lifted the mace, threw it up, and to one side, so it
would not strike her.
The Eternal Ones were close behind. A mob-like group of grotesque
machines. Buzzing angrily. One of them flung some missile. There was
a crashing explosion against the black wall, a flare of green light.
I realized the danger of being separated from the Mother, even as I
leaped.
My spring carried me completely over the wall, which was only some five
or six feet thick.
I descended into a luxuriant tangle of the green creepers. Foot-thick
stems covered the ground in an unbroken network, feathery leaves rising
from them higher than my head. I fell on my side in the delicate
foliage, struggled quickly to my feet. The green fronds cut off my view
in all directions, though I could see the top of the black wall above.
Before I struck the ground I had glimpsed a vast green plain lying
away eastward to the horizon. In the north was a distant line of red
mountains. The city of the Eternal Ones lay westward.
I saw nothing of the Mother; I could not, in truth, see a dozen feet
through the exotic jungle.
"This way," her cautious whistling tones reached me in a moment. "Here
is your weapon."
I broke through the masses of delicate fronds in the direction of the
sound, found the Mother unharmed, coiled in a golden circle beside the
copper bar. She glided silently away; I picked up the bar and followed
as rapidly and quietly as I could.
Once I looked back, when we passed a narrow open space, and saw a
little group of the Eternal Ones standing upon the black wall. They
must have been looking after us, but I do not suppose they saw us.
For the rest of the day--it was early afternoon when we escaped--and
all night when the jungle was weird and silvery in the earth light, and
until late on the following day, we hastened on. We did not stop except
to drink and bathe at a little stream, and to scrape the sweet white
powder from a few of the great argent flowers we passed. We ate as we
moved. The jungle of creepers was unbroken; we were always hidden in
the luxuriant, delicate foliage.
At first I had been sure we would be followed. But as the hours passed
and there was no sign of pursuit, my spirits rose. I doubted now that
the Eternal Ones could follow the trail swiftly enough to overtake us.
But I still carried the copper mace.
The Mother was less optimistic than I.
"I know they are following," she told me. "I feel them. But we may lose
them. If they cannot repair the machine which you wrecked--and I am
sure they cannot do it soon."
We had approached a rocky slope, and the Mother found a little cave,
beneath an overhanging ledge, in which we rested. Totally exhausted, I
threw myself down, and slept like a dead man.
It was early on the next morning when the Mother woke me. She lay
coiled at the entrance of the cave, the frail mantles stiffened and
flushed a little with rosy light, violet eyes grave and watchful.
"The Eternal Ones follow," she piped. "They are yet far-off. But we
must go on."