Maaret’s voice when she spoke was low, cautious. We listened to her
swift words, our hearts pounding with sudden hope. She said she had come
to save us! Her motive was clear, we already understood it. Yet she told
us it, briefly, and with a direct simplicity that carried the conviction
of truth.
Since Og had returned from living in Rax (after his combat with me)
Maaret had belonged to him. She loved him. Then had come this woman
Nona. Maaret’s gaze swept my poor innocent Nona with hatred. This woman
Nona, she said, had (with her strange, uncanny looks which Og thought
were beauty) won Og from her.
In brief, Maaret wished only that we all—with Nona—return to Rax. Then
perhaps she could make Og love her again. Our escape, taking Nona with
us, was all she desired.
“Or the death of all of us,” Caan suggested. And his look to me was
significant.
Maaret gestured vehemently. “That, of course,” she admitted frankly.
“The black fishes I would set upon you now. But your screams would bring
Og. You would not die. I should lose him by that way.”
She seemed indeed sincere. She said she could command the black fishes.
She would take them away—lock them up. And then we could escape. But we
must hurry. It was already the Time of Sleep. At any moment Og would be
here.
We consulted; Maaret swam to the mouth of the passageway and gazed
anxiously into it.
“Can we trust her?” Caan demanded. “Will she not let us start, perhaps,
and then set the black fishes upon us?”
It was possible; and yet we had to trust her.
Atar called her back. “Which way do we go? We will get lost, girl. Will
you go with us, until we get to open water?”
She would not. If Og knew what she had done he would kill her. But we
could easily find our way. This tunnel led into the main cave. Everyone
there would be asleep at this hour. We could slip unnoticed across the
cave, up to that ledge and into that other tunnel which was familiar to
us. From there we knew our way—through the shallow coral barrier, and
up into the open Water of Wild Things.
“A monster may be there at the tunnel entrance,” I suggested.
She admitted it, but of that we had to take our chance.
“The girl speaks truth,” Atar said suddenly. “I like her. I believe
her.”
Maaret’s smile answered him, but her worried gaze was still on the
passageway by which at any moment now Og might arrive.
“We must go,” agreed Nona. And then she startled us all. She swam to
Maaret.
“You are good,” she said. “I would not harm you.”
But Maaret shrank away. “You take my Og.”
“I do not want your Og.”
We were all so relieved at the turn affairs had taken that we found
ourselves smiling.
“She is your friend, Maaret,” I said. “She loves me—she is my
woman—and Boy is our son. She does not want your Og. She wants only to
get back to Rax with me. She wants never to see Og again.”
The girl nodded, only half convinced. Indeed, I suppose her attitude
toward Nona was only natural.
“Come,” Maaret urged. “At any moment it will be too late.”
We followed her reluctantly. At our approach the black fishes surged
upon us. But Maaret held them in check. They obeyed her low-toned but
stern commands. Yet they seemed to sense that something was wrong. Two
or three of them dashed at me threateningly. Their low rumbling voices
were like the snarls of an enraged dog. In panic, I kicked at them. Then
Maaret’s command called them off.
We were all in the passageway, in the very midst of the fishes. A side
doorway was there—a doorway into a large cage of water. The doorway was
barred by a grating. Maaret removed it and began herding the fishes into
the cage. They were all in but the last three or four, when abruptly we
heard Og’s voice from out of the dimness along the passageway! His
voice—shouting with surprise and anger. And his figure appeared,
plunging at us!
* * * * *
Caan shouted an admonition which none of us heeded. Atar dove for Og. I
was vaguely aware that Maaret with presence of mind had jammed back the
grating into place, locking all but three of the fishes in the cage. I
heard her low cry of dismay. Og seemed not to have seen her, and she
sank into a shadow by the wall—out of sight.
Then Nona’s voice urged me forward. Og and Atar were grappling with each
other. Og rasped out an order; and the three black fishes rushed for
Caan and me. I struck at one, to keep it away from Nona. The needle
teeth of another sank into my leg, and clung. With my bare hands I
reached down and gripped the thing by the body. Its black skin was
slimy; its teeth in the flesh of my calf were like fire.
Caan, Atar and Og were shouting. The noise would bring help for Og!
“Quiet!” I called. I tried to lunge forward with that thing still
clinging to my leg.
Atar and Caan fell silent. But Og’s voice rose higher than ever. I did
not know exactly what was going on; the water over there was in a
turmoil.
Nona was beside me. Her fingers were feeling of the black fish, trying
to help me tear it loose. Then I found its jaws; pulled them apart. It
lunged away from me. I swung up into the water and looked about.
Atar and Og were still fighting. Caan had shocked two of the fishes into
insensibility. Old as he was, he still possessed sufficient power to
stun them. The third fish—the one I had repulsed—made for him. I left
Nona and dove forward toward Og and Atar. They were circling each other,
both trying to get into position to give the electric shock.
Then, from out of the shadows beside them, a figure appeared, lurking
there silently. Maaret! I had forgotten her.
Og suddenly gripped Atar by the ankles. I saw that he had Atar almost in
the fatal position to receive the shock. But I was too far away to stop
it.
I called a warning. But Atar seemed confused. And then I saw Maaret
slide silently forward. She kept behind Og, where he could not see her.
In her hand she held something white—a heavy shell, or something of the
kind. It swung through the water, struck Og on the head. He relaxed from
Atar; his unconscious body sank to the floor of the passageway.
Caan had by now disposed of the other fish. Atar joined us, panting from
his exertions. We were all free to escape.
“Come!” exclaimed Caan. “The cave will be aroused! We must hurry.”
Maaret was crouching over Og’s stunned body. Her arms were around him;
she was crying softly.
“Go!” she said angrily. And ignoring us, she fell to caressing Og.
Frightened at what she had done, she was begging him to open his
eyes—speak to her—tell her he was not badly hurt.
We hastened away. It was not far to the cave. We dashed into it,
recklessly. It was more dimly lighted than when we had last seen it. The
main floor was empty. There were family groups in most of the wall
niches. Many of them were still asleep. Others, awakened, were looking
sleepily about for the cause of the distant disturbance.
We dashed without pause up into the cave. The familiar ledge and
tunnel-mouth were easy to locate. The Maagogs saw us. An uproar arose.
But before any concerted effort to stop us could be made, we were up
across the cave, over the ledge and into the tunnel.
“Safe!” exclaimed Atar. “Hurry!”
There were shouts behind us. But—without Og and the black fishes—we
did not fear any of the Maagogs who might try and follow us.
We were soon through the coral barrier. Another few moments and we were
at the main tunnel-mouth. The open Water of Wild Things stretched above
us. For a moment we hesitated, looking cautiously up there. But no
monsters were in sight.
“Soon we will be in Rax,” I murmured exultantly to Nona. And her loving
arms went around me.
Caan was looking back down the passageway. “Nemo, you hear that?”
* * * * *
Our blood ran cold. In the distance, back toward the cave, we could hear
those horrible yelping cries! Og had recovered! He had let loose the
black fishes upon our trail! They could outswim us. We could not hide
from them. And this time when they caught us, Og would not call them
off!
There was nothing to do but try and get across the Water of Wild Things
before we were overtaken. The way before us was open. Every second we
hesitated made our chances less.
We plunged up into the black void. Swimming in couples, Nona and I
followed Caan and Atar. They led us close along the sea-bottom. Coming
in, Caan had been careful to remark the lay of the bottom so that he
could find his way back.
We swam fast, too fast for talking save an occasional monosyllable.
Behind us we could hear the cries of our pursuers. Growing louder,
steadily, but slowly. It was a stern chase, and if we could hold our
present speed—a long chase.
On we swept, just above the sea-bottom. Occasionally giant crabs would
scuttle away from us, alarmed by our swift movement. To the sides,
lights sometimes showed—the lighted heads of monsters. But none came
near us. A thing all spines drifted past; but it did not molest us. A
giant clam, larger far than any one of us, was lying on the sea-bottom
in our path. It opened its shells as though hungrily to suck us in, but
we avoided it. We came at last to the side wall of the black void of
water—the wall alongside of which we had descended. Up there, a few
thousand feet, lay the entrance to the Marinoid domain. If we could get
into that entrance—into the coral forest before the black fishes caught
us. . . .
We swam upward, along the line of wall, a few hundred feet off. Directly
beneath us now, following every twist of our trail, the pursuing fishes
were yelping. They were much closer. And Nona was tiring! It was the
longest, most sustained fast swimming she or I had ever attempted. Atar
and Caan were drawing away from us. They did not realize it, and I did
not call to them. Perhaps, if we two gave out, they could go on and save
themselves.
Then Caan looked back. They slackened their pace and we caught up with
them.
“Go—on,” I panted.
But they would not go faster than we could go. And we all knew that very
soon now we would be caught.
We were perhaps two thirds the way up the wall when suddenly Caan and
Atar swung sharply out to one side. Nona and I followed, as one fish
follows the turns and twists of another. I looked to see what was wrong.
Overhead, directly in our former path, loomed the black, unlighted bulk
of a giant monster, huge and fearsome beyond anything we had ever before
encountered!