As he plunged into the awful death trap, Ted noticed that, for a moment,
the sun was darkened above him and there was a sound which resembled the
whistling of giant pinions. Then came the click of enormous teeth
against the armor which covered his thighs, and blackness.
The powerful tentacles had released their hold on his arms and the upper
part of his body, but their place was instantly supplanted by the walls
of the huge, vegetable craw which exerted even greater pressure. He
wondered if the digestive juices of the plant would be corrosive enough
to quickly penetrate his protective suit, or if a long, lingering death
awaited him—a death which, even though the suit held, was bound to come
as soon as his supply of air gave out.
Hanging there in stygian solitude, unable to move a finger, Ted was
suddenly startled at sight of a brilliant ray of red light which cut the
darkness near his face. It blinded him temporarily, but when he could
use his eyes once more he was astonished to see that the lower wall of
his vegetable tomb had practically disappeared, while the bright, red
ray, flashing intermittently, consumed the blackened edges still further
with puffs of smoke and flame.
Here, he judged, was some human agency. Here was hope of rescue, for the
red ray, thus far, had not touched him. He could now move his head and
shoulders, but dared not do so for fear of intercepting the red ray with
disastrous results.
The ray ate its way slowly upward beside one of his arms. It was free. A
moment, and the other was loosed. Then the jaws relaxed their hold on
his thighs and he slid down into the charred, jelly-like remains of the
oval body, of which now only half the wall was standing. Two arms were
slipped beneath his own, helping him to rise. Then he turned and faced
his rescuer.
Prepared as he was for almost any sight, Ted gasped in amazement when he
beheld the person who had saved his life, for standing before him in a
suit of soft, clinging white fur resembling astrachan, her head encased
in a helmet of bell-shaped glass, was the gloriously beautiful girl he
had seen in the disc of the radiovisiphone—the girl who had called
herself “_Maza an Ma Gong_.” In her right hand was a short, tubular
instrument which greatly resembled a flash-light, and which he judged
was the weapon that had compassed his freedom.
As he could not speak to her he was trying to think of a way to express
his gratitude for his unexpected rescue while she smiled encouragingly,
when he suddenly noticed a most fearful creature behind her. It
resembled nothing living that he had ever seen or heard of, but was
strikingly like pictures he had seen of winged dragons—pictures he had
always previously imagined were due solely to the imagination of
medieval artists.
Believing the girl in dire peril, he whipped out both pistol degravitors
and was about to destroy the beast when she struck down his weapons with
a look of alarm. Then, beckoning the thing with her hand she stood,
unafraid, while the hideous creature stretched forth its scrawny, scaly
neck and laid its ugly, armor-plated muzzle on her shoulder. She fondled
it for a moment, scratching its horny nose while it closed its eyes and
laid back its short ears as if greatly pleased by these attentions. Then
she pushed the head away and turned once more to the amazed young
scientist.
As she stood there beside him he noticed for the first time that what he
had taken for a plume, resembling an aigrette and protruding through the
top of her glass helmet was, in reality, a group of fine, metallic radio
antennae. The small set which they operated was evidently attached just
beneath them—shaped like and no larger than his own wrist radiophone.
He wished that he had had the foresight to attach a similar contrivance
to his own outfit, but since he had not, he found it necessary to resort
to more primitive means for making himself heard.
Taking the girl lightly by the shoulders, and thereby eliciting a look
of startled surprise from her, he bent over and placed the glass of his
helmet against hers, an expedient which had been much in use among deep
sea divers for making themselves intelligible to each other before the
advent of under water radio sets.
“Thank you, Maza an Ma Gong, for saving my life,” he said.
She smiled and replied:
“_Di tcha-tsi_, Ted Dustin.”
Recalling that “_tcha-tsi_” had something to do with a challenge to war,
he was somewhat puzzled, yet her attitude was quite peaceful. She
continued to smile, and pointed toward the great hulking beast behind
her.
“_Nak-kar_,” she said, then pointed to herself and continued: “_Uma
nak-kar_.”
The beast, at this moment, lowered its head to crop some moss, and let
its wings, which had been folded across its back, droop slightly,
displaying a most comfortable looking, highbacked seat strapped to its
back. He judged, therefore, that the lady was telling him this was her
palfrey—truly a most hideous one.
He led her to the spot where he had cached his interplanetary vehicle,
while the great beast lumbered meekly after her, pointed to the craft
and, with his helmet against hers, said:
“Ship.” Then, pointing to himself: “My ship.”
When she seemed not to understand, he said: “_Uma nak-kar_.”
She nodded understandingly, and both laughed.
He opened the door and helped her into the small cab. Then stepping in
himself and sharing the revolving seat with her, he closed it and took
her for a short ride above the trees—or the growths which answered for
trees on that weird landscape. She was as excited as a child, and
clapped her hands with glee as they soared, and did several stunts,
finally landing as lightly as a feather.
As he helped her from the cab she stood on tiptoes so her helmet touched
his, and said: “_Um nak-kari na Ultu_.” As she spoke she pointed first
to her mount, then toward the east. Then: “Ted Dustin _nak-kari na
Ultu_.”
Although he did not know the meaning of all her words, he felt that he
understood what she wanted. She seemed to take it for granted that he
did, for springing lightly into her saddle she struck the shoulder of
the great winged monster with her gloved palm, whereupon it ran,
sprawling clumsily for fifty feet or so with wings outspread, then took
to the air in which it seemed quite at home and flapped lazily eastward.
He hurried to his vehicle as he did not want to lose sight of her,
entered, closed the door, and pressed the starter lever. To his surprise
and alarm it did not respond. He pressed it again with the same negative
result. Then he remembered that he had carelessly left the door open for
several minutes. The interior of the cab had thus been exposed to the
terrific heat of the lunar surface. Unscrewing the top of the starter he
instantly saw the cause of his trouble. A connection, on which he had
hastily used wax instead of solder and tape, had melted, breaking the
circuit. Several minutes elapsed before he could make the temporary
repair, using his temperature equalizer, meanwhile, to cool the cab.
Once more he pressed the starter, the atomotor responded, and he rose
high in the air in order that he might quickly locate the girl and her
strange steed. He saw her instantly, about a mile east of his position.
Her mount, he noticed, was flapping forward with greater speed than
before, and high above it was a globe circled by two transverse belts,
and to which were fastened two whirling discs, oppositely placed.
Suddenly the globe swooped downward like a falcon on its prey.
As he darted forward he saw a tiny red ray shoot upward from the hand of
the girl. It struck one of the belts of the descending craft, and sparks
and smoke flew out from the spot. Then a green ray shot out from the
globe, crossing the red ray. At the point where they crossed both rays
disappeared and the sparks and smoke from the craft ceased. Then another
green ray flashed out from the globe, striking one of the wings of the
monster. The wing seemed to shrivel—then broke in pieces, and the beast
fell, fluttering wildly with its remaining wing until it crashed with
its rider into a tall forest of black-stemmed purple star plants.
While he watched this unequal battle, which lasted only a few seconds,
Ted had been hurtling forward at terrific speed. Just as the girl fell,
he shot between her and the attacking globe, narrowly missing one of the
green rays which still extended downward. Bringing his vehicle about, he
trained his forward degravitor on the descending globe and pressed the
button.
Although no visible ray leaped out, the effect on the globe was readily
apparent, for it flashed where it had struck, then gaped wide as the
degravitor rays cut a tunnel through it.
A green ray instantly flashed back in retaliation, striking Ted’s prow
and breaking it into fragments. His craft then did a nose dive which he
was powerless to prevent, the forward exhaust pipes of the atomotor
having been cut away. It buried itself in a cluster of the huge purple
star plants, so thick that they shut out the light of day.
As he had not strapped himself to his seat, Ted landed on his instrument
board when the craft struck, and laid there for several moments in a
semi-stupor, the breath knocked from his body. Presently, his breath
returning in short gasps, he found himself able to rise and force the
door part way open. A black stem of one of the star-like plants blocked
it, but he cut this away at the base with his pistol degravitor, waited
until it crashed among its fellows, and then stepped out to freedom,
this time remembering to close the door after him.
After leaping to the ground, he looked about him, trying to orient
himself in the darkness. Here and there faint glimmers of light showed
between black trunks, but there was nothing to give him even a hint of
directions. He started for the light spot directly ahead of him as it
looked the brightest and probably issued from the largest open space.
Treading noiselessly over the soft gray moss which grew between the
closely packed black trunks, he presently reached the clearing from
which the light had issued. It was but a small opening in the forest,
and it seemed to him that something more than chance had directed his
footsteps as he saw the girl standing at bay with her red ray projector
in her hand before a short, round-bodied individual clad in yellow fur
and wearing a glass and copper helmet shaped, at the top, like a pagoda.
The two were fencing, but not with blades of steel. They fenced with
something infinitely more destructive, for as the girl sought to reach
her antagonist with the red ray he warded it off with a green ray from a
small projector which he held in his hand, and in turn, menaced her with
his weapon while she parried with the red ray.
Near her lay the remains of her huge mount, now a mere hulk of flesh,
with head, neck and one wing gone.
Drawing a pistol degravitor, Ted leveled it at the wielder of the green
ray and pulled the trigger. It was aimed at his head, which instantly
disappeared, the torso slipping to the ground with the green ray
projector still clasped in the lifeless hand. The ray struck the base of
a giant star-tree, which shriveled at the bottom, then crashed to the
ground. Another and another instantly shared its fate, falling only a
second or two apart, but in these Ted was not interested.
He was about to disclose himself to the astonished girl when two long,
lean arms clad in yellow fur suddenly reached out from the clump of fern
like growths behind her and jerked her backward. Her red ray winked
once, then went out, and Ted leaped forward to her assistance. He
managed to follow by means of the trail of trampled and broken
vegetation left by her abductors. Presently he reached another clearing
just in time to see her hustled aboard the globe which had attacked her
some time before, by two yellow-clad Lunites.
The globe, he now saw, was of yellow metal. The two transverse belts he
had seen from a distance proved to be combination ladders and bridges. A
man could walk around the one which happened to be horizontal, or climb
the one which happened to be vertical, using the supporting bars of the
railing for ladder rounds.
Projecting from the two points where these belts crossed were shaft
housings, on the end of each of which were the discs he had previously
noticed. The faces of both discs resembled brightly polished mirrors,
one convex, the other concave.
Just above and below the lines traced by the bridges were rows of
diamond-shaped, glassed openings which he judged answered as port holes.
There was a diamond-shaped door on the side of the craft nearest him,
and it was into this that the girl was thrust by her two captors, while
Ted stood helpless, unable to use his weapons for fear of harming her.
One of the men closed the door after them. Then both discs started
whirling. The craft began to rise, and Ted bounded forward, just in time
to grasp a round of one of the ladders as it cleared the ground.
Climbing quickly up beneath the whirling concave disc, he stepped onto
the bridge and crouched there, to be out of sight from the port holes
and to plan his next move.
There were only two ways for him to enter the craft. He must either cut
a hole with his pistol degravitor or go in through the hole which he had
cut with his large degravitor before his craft fell. This hole was high
up in the shell of the globe and could only be reached by climbing the
belt ladder, then sliding down the smooth shell until the hole was
reached. It was a hazardous undertaking in more ways than one, with
scant hope of success. First, he stood little chance of being able to
climb the ladder without being seen from one of the ports. That he had
reached his present position undetected was little short of a miracle.
Then, should he be able to reach the proper position unseen, sliding
down the shell was a most uncertain and perilous thing to do. There was
nothing to cling to, and the chances were ten to one that he would miss
the hole he was striving to reach.
But assuming that he should reach the hole, there was every probability
still against him. Undoubtedly, a dozen green ray projectors would
instantly be turned on him, ending his career without accomplishing his
purpose.
True, he might cut his way into the craft with his pistol degravitor,
but this would endanger the girl. For all he knew, she might, at that
very moment, be separated from him only by the shell of the craft which
he had thought of cutting, and an inch or two of air. She might be at
any point in the craft through which he should elect to cut his way.
Looking through the bars of the railing, he saw that they were sailing
swiftly over the very spot where he had come near to losing his life to
the flesh-eating plant only a short time before, and were headed
eastward. A moment more and they passed over the rugged rim of the great
ring-mountain, Hipparchus. The craft dipped as they passed over the
barren, debris-strewn inner plain. Were they headed for the destroyed
city of Ur? And would others of their kind be there to meet them? If so,
he must act quickly.
Abandoning all caution, he sprang up the ladder. He expected, at every
step, that a green ray would shoot out from one of the port holes and
destroy him, and was surprised when he found himself sitting on top of
the craft, alive and unharmed. On his right, about ten feet below him,
was the hole through which his degravitor ray had come out. On his left,
approximately eighteen feet below him, was the hole where it had
entered, cutting a slanting tunnel through the globe. Just above this
hole was a jagged streak of partly cut metal caused by his quick,
unconscious elevation of the degravitor gun just before his craft fell.
This streak reached almost to where he clung to the ladder, and looked
as if it might afford a means of descent. It was, at least, less
slippery than the smooth, coppery sides of the globe, the metal having
been honeycombed in the path of the ray as if eaten by acid.
Stretching himself prone, Ted sought and found holds for his gloved
fingers in the pitted metal and began the descent, head first. He had
covered a third of the distance when he suddenly noticed a dark wall
looming beside him. Looking around, he saw that the craft had plunged
into the great black hole which had been torn in the crater floor of
Hipparchus by his interplanetary projectile.
As the wall hurtled past him he caught glimpses here and there of
tunnel-like openings, some quite large, all partly choked with debris.
There came the realization that he must act quickly, as a landing would
probably be made here, so he turned resolutely to his task of reaching
the hole.
His fingers had barely gripped the edge of the opening by which he
expected to enter, when the globe slowed down and came to an abrupt
stop. He slipped from his position, but caught one arm over the edge of
the opening and managed to keep from falling. Quickly drawing himself
up, he crawled inside the craft. He was in a small upper chamber lighted
by the diamond-shaped port holes above. It had been abandoned.
On the floor lay the partly destroyed bodies which had been struck by
his degravitor ray. He found a trap door and opening it, discovered a
ladder which led to a room below. He judged, from the array of levers
and buttons, that it was the pilot’s room, but found it also untenanted.
Opening a diamond-shaped door in the rear of this room, he suddenly came
upon a score of Lunites who were passing, single file, out of a side
door. All were armed with their deadly ray projectors, but they were as
much taken by surprise as he. Drawing both pistol degravitors with
lightning quickness, he raked the line from both ends toward the middle
before a single green ray projector could be brought to bear on him.
One Lunite only, quicker than the others, escaped by leaping through the
door. The others fell, a huddled heap of human remains.
Quickly bounding to the door, Ted stepped out on the bridge, then ducked
just in time to avoid a green flash. Aiming through the bars of the
railing he destroyed the man who had projected it.
The craft had landed before the explosion-scarred remains of an immense
edifice, the portico of which was supported by gigantic human figures
cut from brown stone. In lieu of steps leading into the building there
was an inclined ramp, the beautiful tile pattern of which showed here
and there between heaps and fragments of debris.
Hurrying up this ramp were three figures, and he saw that the one in the
center who was being dragged forward by the others, was Maza an Ma Gong.
Not daring to use his weapons for fear of striking the girl, he leaped
from the bridge to the ground, then started out in pursuit just as the
three disappeared inside the building.