The Finding Of Haldgren Part 11
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Below them, Spud saw, dangled long, rat-like tails; and their wings, black and leathery, hung down too from their backs or dragged on the rocks behind where some three or four of the owl-eyed creatures crawled out and walked across the rock toward the place where an Irish pilot waited and stared with unbelieving and horrified eyes from the concealment of his rocky fort.
CHAPTER VIII
_The Fires_
Great vortices of whirling light rolled out to either side in an endless pyrotechnical display to show the power of those flailing wings that were bearing Chet and his companion through the dark void--bearing them to some destination Chet could not envisage.
His body turned in s.p.a.ce at times, and he saw the spreading cone of luminous gas behind them like the wake of a great s.h.i.+p in a phosph.o.r.escent sea. The hiss and thres.h.i.+ng of many wings came unceasingly. Once he swung close to another body clad like his own and, like him, enmeshed in a net. And he saw in the light of the luminiferous air the girl's wide, staring eyes. Then she was gone, and all about was only the whip of wings and the flas.h.i.+ng whirls of light.
He tried to form some picture of this sphere through whose center, empty but for this gas, he was being swung. That first fall had carried him down the tube of some volcanic blow-pipe; he had fallen straight for what seemed like hours. And that had been through the crust of this great, hollow globe. Then the center!--but of this he dared make no estimate; he knew only that the huge leather wings were thres.h.i.+ng the dense air in an untiring rhythm and that he was being carried for a tremendous distance at remarkable speed.
It became soothing, that rus.h.i.+ng, swinging sweep of his body through s.p.a.ce. There was death ahead, without doubt--but what of that? He was sleepy--sleepy--and beyond this nothing mattered. Just to sleep, to drift off in spirit into a void like this through which he was swinging....
And so traveled Chet Bullard, one time Master Pilot of Earth, through, the heart of another world--on and endlessly on, while leather-winged demons dragged him after, flying straight away from the center of the Moon toward a place and events unknown.
But Chet Bullard had ceased to note the pa.s.sing hours or the swirling gases that came alight at the beating of those wings; he was asleep in a stupor that was as deep as it was timeless.
He opened his eyes at last; it seemed but a moment that he had slept.
But now there was no rus.h.i.+ng hiss of air, nor was he being lifted in a great net. He lay instead upon a support of some kind, and about him all was still.
Not at first did he observe the exquisite carving of the yellow bed on which he lay; that came later. The fact that its ma.s.sive gold and its scrollwork of inlaid platinum were worth a fortune meant nothing to him then. His eyes were held by the immensity of the great room and the intricate series of arches that made up a vaulted ceiling.
It shone with a light of its own, that carved ceiling; no least lovely detail was lost. And Chet found his eyes roving from one to another of angel figures that seemed suspended in air.
The white of purest alabaster was theirs; and their outstretched wings, too, were white. He realized confusedly that they were like the black demons--like them and yet entirely unlike. For, where the black-winged ones had been ugly of feature, with every mark of degeneracy, these were the ultimate of loveliness in face and form. Figures of men he saw, stalwart and strong, yet perfectly proportioned; and the others--the women and girls--were superhuman in their ethereal beauty.
"Angels!" breathed Chet and turned his head slowly to see the exquisite figures that seemed hovering above the whole vast room in silent benediction. "Angels--no less! And they're carved from stone! Those black devils never did it. What does it mean? What does it mean!"
And not until then did Chet realize a wonderful thing. So enthralled had he been by the wonder of this hovering angel band he had not realized that he was seeing them with no helmet gla.s.s between; he was lying disrobed on his couch of pure gold.
For an instant, panic seized him. Without his helmet and the oxygen supply, he must strangle. And then he knew that he was breathing naturally in an atmosphere like that of Earth but for the strange fragrances that swept to him on the soft, warm air.
He came slowly to his feet and steadied himself with one hand on the scrollwork of the bed. Then memories rushed in upon him, and he lived again the long, sickening fall through the heart of this world, the finding of the girl of mystery, hung like himself in the immensity of the inner world, their capture; and the band of black-winged ones who swung them through s.p.a.ce in nets that drew tightly about them.
The girl! Again he saw the clear look from those eyes of blue. It was she who had signaled; it was she whom he had come through vast s.p.a.ce to rescue. And now she was lost!
Chet stared slowly about him at the magnificence of the tremendous room.
He saw more delicate figures done in inlay on the walls; he knew that he was in a place whose beauty and wealth should have set his nerves tingling; and all he sensed was the loneliness of this place where he was the only living occupant.
He found his Earth-clothes beside the golden couch. He had put them on and was examining the suit and helmet to learn with relief that they were intact when the first sound came to him. From an arched entrance across the room were coming shuffling figures whose black wings were wrapped about their chalk-white bodies. Only their pallid faces showed, ghastly and inhuman, as the eyes glowed redly from their deep black sockets. Chet still held the suit in his hands as the black-winged ones came toward him across the floor, and he carried it with him as he moved unresistingly where they led him with the pull of their claw-like hands upon his arms.
"No gun!" he told himself hopelessly. "Not a chance if I put up a fight!
They've got me and got me right. Now what I need to do is to be good--lay low--find out something about all this, and find her!" He could not name the girl whose eyes were haunting him in their appealing loveliness; he could think of her only as the mystery girl, and he accepted without surprise or denial the fact that the finding of her outweighed all else that this new world might hold for him.
As the shuffling figures closed about him and led him away he found relief in the thought of his s.h.i.+p, of Spud's safety, and of his return to the world that they both knew as home.
"Never again for me!" said Chet softly beneath his breath. "But Spud will get there. Perhaps he is there now--no telling how long I have slept!"
He saw it all so plainly: saw the Irish pilot bringing the s.h.i.+p to rest at the great Hoover Terminal. And he saw, too, a relief expedition that would be organized by Harkness and that must arrive too late. To suppose that any help might reach him here inside this wild world was too much; Chet looked with judicially appraising eyes at the things about him and could not allow himself to be deceived. There was no hope; but he made one resolve and made it grimly in words that never reached his lips.
"Give me half a chance at them, Walt," he promised, "and if ever you do get inside here, you'll know where I've been. I'll find the girl first--I must do that--then I'll give these devils something to remember me by before they put us away for good!" And now the face of the pilot was almost happy as he stared at the snarling, twisted features of those that led him unresistingly through a series of stone rooms that seemed without beginning or end. He even disregarded the spiked tails that whipped at him with heavy blows to hurry him along.
"If I had a gun," he told them inaudibly, "I'd take you on right now.
But you got that, or I lost it in the scuffle, so I'll just twist your scrawny necks in my bare hands when the time comes. And it's coming, you ugly devils! It's coming!"
Their claws pulled roughly at him to hurry him into another room. And where before he could see nothing of a beautiful room because of the absence of a pair of smiling eyes, he now saw nothing else for their presence. For, across the great hall, whose walls and ceilings glowed softly with yellow light, his eyes swept unerringly to a slim figure in a pilot's suit--to an oval face and blue eyes and red lips that could still curve into a trembling smile of welcome as he drew near.
Forgotten was the grip of sharp-spiked, clawing hands; even the antic.i.p.ated sweets of revenge were lost from Chet's mind. He knew only that he had found her--the mystery girl--and that the blue eyes were locked with his in an intimacy that set something deep within him into a turmoil of emotion.
And instead of the countless questions he had expected to launch upon her when again they met, he found his lips trembling and wordless--until they uttered one hoa.r.s.e e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of: "Thank G.o.d!"
But the girl seemed to understand, for she reached one slender hand to touch him lightly upon the arm where these gripping claws had been.
"Yes," she whispered; "I was afraid, too--afraid for you!"
More whispered words, but they were lost to Chet in the babel of sound that engulfed them. Those who had brought him had moved silently, and the throng of some hundred or more that waited beside the girl had been mute. But now they burst into a chorus of shrill cries whose keenness stabbed at Chet's ears.
A pandemonium of the same high-pitched squeals, he had heard before--this was all that he could distinguish at first. Then the shrill sounds broke into words and unintelligible phrases, and he knew they were talking among themselves.
They quieted at a sound from the girl. She had turned to face them, and she forced her own soft voice into a shrill pitch as she spoke to them.
Their clamor broke out once more as she ceased, but it was more subdued. Chet could hear her as she turned toward him.
"They think you are Frithjof," she explained.
"You talked with them?" asked Chet incredulously.
"But certainly; have I not been here for five years? They have their language--but enough of that now. They are angry. They sent Frithjof away; they tell me now that he escaped; they think you are he--that you have changed your appearance with magic--that the s.h.i.+p they saw was summoned by your magic. They say they will kill us both; throw us to the fires!"
"Wait!" almost shouted Chet to make himself heard above the din of shrieking voices. "I've got to know! Who are you? Who is Frithjof? How did you get here? Where are you from? Tell me quickly! It may give me something to go on; it may mean a chance for delay."
And if Chet had not been out of breath from the shouted questions, he would surely have been left breathless by their amazing answer.
"I thought you knew," said the girl as the din of shrillness subsided.
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