The Buttoned Sky Part 19
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Revel stared at the sky till his eyes began to ache. At last John shouted, "I'm ready, but listen--I see a lot of torches coming up the valley, and the men holding 'em are mounted!"
"Our rebels, likely," said Jerran.
"Send men to meet them," yelled Revel. "They might be gentry. Pickmen and those with guns. Fast!"
"Okay, son," said John then, "watch the b.u.t.tons just over us."
All heads tilted. A strange clanking came from the great box, a beam of thick-looking purple light lanced upward from the gun-like projection on top and fingered out toward the b.u.t.tons. "Be ready," called John from the top of the machine. "This'll nullify the diamond rays for a few minutes, but then the things will be able to rise again. Your men must go out and break into the b.u.t.tons before the globes can get 'em up!"
Revel issued his orders quickly. The purple light had now touched a b.u.t.ton, which wavered from its fixed position, then as the beam caught it fully, dropped like a flung stone. Hundreds of voices bellowed the rebels' joy. Half a hundred miners leaped off into the night to attack the fallen s.h.i.+p, which struck the earth some distance up the valley with a shattering crash.
Already the beam, more sure now as John's hands grew confident of their power, was flicking over other b.u.t.tons. The least play of its purple glow on the under surface of an alien s.h.i.+p was sufficient to send it catapulting down. The other b.u.t.tons were moving, sluggishly, then more swiftly, coming toward the valley; and John could be heard swearing in a strange foreign tongue as he wheeled his great gun around and around.
A ragged volley of shots broke out in the western end of the valley.
Revel jerked his head up. "They _were_ squires!" he said. "We've got to get up there to help our men!" Rack motioned to the miners behind him and went off into the gloom; Jerran shouted, "Some for the fallen globes! Some have to stay to--"
Revel made a long arm, picked him up by the scruff. "Little man, are you the Mink?"
Jerran struggled ineffectually. "No, d.a.m.n it, no!"
"Then shut your mug till you're told to give orders!" Revel dropped him, and roared out, "Two hundred men--Jerran, count 'em off as they pa.s.s you--to the fallen b.u.t.tons! Pickax the globes! Break the skull of every zanph! The rest of you, up to the top o' this hill--spread round in a ring that circles this ledge, and don't let a squire or enemy through!
We've got to protect John!" He turned, gripped Lady Nirea's wrist urgently. "Have you quick eyes and hands, love?"
"Faster than most men's, save your own." Her slatey eyes glowed eerily in the b.u.t.tons' light.
"Then up you go," he said, and hoisted her up by the waist until her hands clenched on the upper edge of John's machine. "Perhaps you can help him. I can't spare a man yet. Luck, Lady!" He set off toward the nearest b.u.t.ton, tilted crazily with its rim in a cleft rock. At the western end of the valley more shots were echoing and yells rose thin and frightened. He wished he could be in several places at once but the wounded s.h.i.+ps were the place for a slayer of G.o.ds tonight.
The bottom projection, dark blue and some fifty feet across, had been knocked open by the force of the fall. From the dark interior zanphs were crawling, a veritable army of the six-legged, snake-headed beasts.
An occasional globe floated out, but moving slowly as if it were sick.
Pickmen were axing them out of the air with yells of glee, as the zanphs milled, then spread out to attack.
He swept his weapon in a long looping arc that tore the head off one and maimed another as it leaped toward him. It was the first blow in a personal battle that seemed to last forever. When one batch of zanphs and globes had been disposed of, another lay a few yards further on, coming out of another s.h.i.+p and another and another, some ravening to kill, some weak and sick, desiring only to escape. After the ninth "saucer" as John called it, Revel gave up counting, and slew his way from b.u.t.ton to b.u.t.ton, gore of red and yellow spotting and splas.h.i.+ng him, wounds multiplying in his legs and arms and chest, half the hair burnt off his head by the energy auras of angry orbs.
His force dwindled. Men died with throats torn out by zanphs, with eyes singed from the sockets by globe-radiation. Men stood numbed and useless, hypnotized into immobility. Men sat looking at spilling guts that fell from zanph-slashed bellies. But still the Mink slew on and on, a tall dark wild figure in the uncanny light of the still-flying airs.h.i.+ps of the alien globes....
John was bringing them down faster than ever, and Revel must needs split up his small force even more, sending miners to each wreck to catch as many ent.i.ties as possible. Many spheres of gold managed to rise into the sky, where they found sanctuary in other saucers: some zanphs went scooting for shelter in the rocks and bushes, but most stayed to fight and die.
He yearned to check his forces back on the hill, those protecting John's machine, and the men who still fought the gunmen in the upper end of the valley. But he dared not take his encouraging presence from the miners here. A b.u.t.ton came swooping to earth not three yards from him, spraying him with clods of dirt, unbalancing him by the shock; a zanph gained purchase on his shoulder and tore flesh and sinew and muscle so that his left arm lost much of its strength and cunning. He killed it with the pick handle and struggled on into a mob of the brutes, panting now and blinking blood from his eyes.
Of his original two hundred, less than seventy remained. Still he dared not draw any from the protective ring. Where were the rebels that Vorl and Sesker and the others had gone to rouse? Probably raiding mansions miles away. He should have told them ... oh, well. Surely the concentration of noise and b.u.t.tons and G.o.ds above the valley would bring them soon.
A moment's respite allowed him to look at the sky. It was lightening a little for the early dawn, and the b.u.t.tons were less bold; most of them hovered near the horizon, only an occasional one bravely sailing in at a terrific speed to make a try at bombing the valley. John, perhaps with Nirea helping him, had managed to bring down every one so far. But John and Revel would run out of luck some time, as every man does; then John would miss, Revel's arm would fail, and they would all die.
Even as he lowered his head a gargantuan blast shook the world below him. He fell into a mob of zanphs, who were fortunately so demoralized by the explosion that they ignored him till he could gain his feet and begin to murder them once more. From the tail of his eye he saw a mushroom cloud lowering just beyond the hill; he flicked his gaze at the crest where his men had been stationed to guard the _antiforcescreenthrower_--no human form showed against the gray sky. The blast had hurled them to dust, together with every tree on the skyline.
Finally--the G.o.ds knew how long he had fought--he found with amazement that no more foes were in sight. The b.u.t.tons that had fallen were all cleaned out. Zanphs lay thick in heaps and lines, emptied sacks of globes dotted the b.l.o.o.d.y gra.s.s. He listened for the sound of firing from the upper valley; yes, there were still isolated shots.
His forces there still held, then. He glanced again at the sky. No b.u.t.tons in range. They were giving John a respite--or was it a trick?
Revel's tired mind wondered if John and Nirea were dead, and the G.o.ds playing with him this way....
He felt himself, his head, arms, chest, legs. He had been burned a dozen times by energy auras, only his incredible animal quickness preserving him, giving him the power to dodge away at first touch of the burning and slay the golden globes. The zanph bites atop the thorn scratches and hound gashes were rapidly stiffening his whole torso, his left arm, his thick-thewed legs. But there were shots in the upper valley, and Revel the Mink was needed there.
Wearily he gathered his men--twenty-six of them now, all as tired as he--and trudged at a broken shuffling lope toward the light.
As he pa.s.sed the rocks where the machine of John sat, he scanned it with blood-shot eyes. A score of miners, perhaps thirty at most, stood around it, and the man of the Ancient Kingdom sat on its surface, wiping his face with a white cloth. Lady Nirea stood up beside him and waved her hand as he pa.s.sed. He swung his pick in a big arc to show he was still hale and hearty, though the effort cost him much.
Through his dulled brain now ran one thought, one hope. It was a chant, a prayer, a focus for his beaten spirit, for though he had won thus far, he was so death-weary that he could not conceive victory coming to him at the last.
_Just let me meet Ewyo. Only let me meet Ewyo without his horse. Give me now one fair fight with Ewyo the Squire of Dolfya._
The first man he met was Rack, engaged in binding up a torn calf with strips of his s.h.i.+rt.
"How goes it?"
Rack turned the walleye toward him, as though he could see out of it.
"We have eight or ten left. All their horses are dead or run away. We stayed them in hand-to-hand combat, but when they drew back and began to use their guns long-range, we lost heavily. Now we're dug in along that rise, and they seem to be waiting for more squires, or horses, or something. I think they have twenty or thirty left."
"Then we have thirty-five or so, and outnumbered them."
Rack let his good eye rest on his brother. "Your voice is the croak of a dying frog, Revel. You must have lost a quart of blood. Your men are like sticks and sacks and limp rag bundles. You call this force thirty-five _men_?"
"We are still men, Rack." His voice, croak though it was, rang strong and fierce. "I can plant this pick in any gnat's eye I desire. Now do you lead us to the battle front."
"Yes, Mink." Rack turned and hobbled forward. "One of the slugs has sliced half the tendons of this leg, I swear."
"That wound is in the fleshy part, and won't trouble you for a week. Is that a man?"
"That's Dawvys."
Revel started back, appalled. The man lying behind the rise was red and brown from short-cropped hair to waist, his back a ma.s.s of blood--sparkling crimson in the light of dawn, where it had freshly sprung leaks, and dirty mahogany color, where the scabs had dried and cracked and flaked. It was a back that should have belonged to a dead man; but Dawvys rolled over on it without a wince and grinned at his leader.
"Hallo, Revel, bless your soul," said the former servant. "I'm glad to see you alive."
"The same to you, Dawvys," said the Mink. "Did you have any trouble in that pit?"
"I went to sleep when the hounds had pa.s.sed, and never awoke till your men found me tonight." He stretched and grunted with pain; then, "I think I shall live."
Revel looked cautiously over the rise. Some fifty yards down the valley the squires were grouped in a knot, their costumes gaudy in the early light. A few of them were looking toward him, but most watched the far end of the valley. They were looking, thought Revel, for reinforcements.
Time might be short.
He scanned the terrain. Where the squires stood, the valley was narrow, scarcely more than sixty feet across. Above their knot, to Revel's left, was the open mouth of a mine; the opposite hillside was bare and rocky, without break. A familiar voice behind him said, "What's to do, Mink?"
"Greetings, Jerran. Why did you leave the machine?"
The Buttoned Sky Part 19
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