The Black Star Passes Part 12

"We suddenly appeared out of nowhere--they don't even know our direction of approach. We might be some strange race of Venerians as far as they know."

They walked briskly up to the ma.s.sive gold and black entrance, and pa.s.sed through the great doors that seemed made of solid copper, painted with some clear coating that kept the metal l.u.s.trous, the rich color s.h.i.+ning magnificently. They stood open wide now, as indeed they always were. Even the giant Venerians were dwarfed by these mighty doors as they pa.s.sed through into an equally vast hall, a tremendous room that must have filled all the front half of the ground floor of the gigantic building, a hall of graceful columns that hid the great supporting members. The stone, they knew, must serve the Venerians as marble serves us, but it was a far more handsome stone. It was a rich green, like the green of thick, heavy gra.s.s in summer when the rain is plentiful. The color was very pleasing to the eye, and restful too. There was a checker-board floor of this green stone, alternated with another, a stone of intense blue. They were hard, and the colors made a very striking pattern, pleasingly different from what they had been accustomed to, but common to Venus, as they later learned.

At last the party had crossed the great hall, and stopped beside a large doorway. The officer halted for a moment, and gestured toward two of his men, who remained, while the others walked quickly away. The diminished party stepped through the doorway into a small room whose walls were lined with copper, and an instant later, as the officer pushed a small b.u.t.ton, there was a low hiss of escaping air, and a copper grating sprang quickly up across the opening of the elevator. He touched another b.u.t.ton, and there was the familiar sinking feeling as the car rose, a low hum seeming to come from its base.

The elevator rose swiftly through a very considerable distance--up--up, endlessly.

"They must have some wonderfully strong cables here on Venus!" Morey exclaimed. "The engineers of Terrestrial buildings have been wondering for some time how to get around the difficulty of s.h.i.+fting elevators.

The idea of changing cars doesn't appeal to me, either--but we must have risen a long way!"

"I should say so--I wonder how they do it. We've been rising for a minute and a half at a very fair clip--there we are; end of the line--I want to look at this car!" Arcot stepped over to the control board, looked at it closely, then stepped out and peered down between the car and the shaft as the copper grating fell, simultaneously pulling down with it the door that had blocked off the hallway.

"Come here, Morey--simple system at that! It would be so, of course.

Look--they have tracks, and a regular trolley system, with cog rails alongside, and the car just winds itself up! They have a motor underneath, I'll bet, and just run it up in that way. They have never done that on Earth because of the cost of running the car up without too much power. I think I see the solution--the car has electro-dynamical brakes, and descending, just slows itself down by pumping power into the line to haul some other car up. This is a mighty clever scheme!"

As Arcot straightened, the officer beckoned to him to follow, and started down the long corridor which was lined on either side with large doorways, much like a very exotic earthly office building. Pa.s.sing through a long series of branching corridors they at last reached one that terminated in a large office, into which the young officer led them. Snapping to attention, he spoke briefly and rapidly, saluted and retired with his two men.

The man before whom the Terrestrians stood was a tall, kindly-faced old gentleman. His straight black hair was tinged with bluish gray, and the kindly face bore the lines of age, but the smiling eyes, and the air of sincere interest gave his countenance an amazingly youthful air. It was warm and friendly despite its disconcerting blueness. He looked curiously, questioningly at the two men before him, looked at their hands, his eyes widening in surprise; then he stepped quickly forward, and extended his hand, at the same time looking toward Arcot.

Smiling, Arcot extended his own. The Venerian grasped it--then with an exclamation on the part of each, they mutually released each other, Arcot feeling an uncomfortable sensation of heat, just as the Venerian felt a flash of intense cold! Each stared from his hand to the hand of the other in surprise, then a smile curved the blue lips of the Venerian as he very emphatically put his hand at his side. Arcot smiled in turn, and said to Morey in an animated tone:

"They have a body temperature of at least 170 Fahrenheit. It would naturally be above room temperature, which is 150 here, so that they are most unpleasantly hot to us. Marvelous how nature adapts herself to her surroundings!" He chuckled. "I hope these fellows don't have fevers.

They'd be apt to boil over!"

The Venerian had picked up a small rectangle of black material, smooth and solid. He drew quickly upon it with what appeared to be a pencil of copper. In a moment he handed the tablet to Arcot, who reached out for it, then changed his mind, and motioned that he didn't want to burn his fingers. The old Venerian held it where Arcot could see it.

"Why, Morey, look here--I didn't think they had developed astronomy to any degree, because of the constant clouds, but look at this. He has a nice little map of the solar system, with Mercury, Venus, Earth, the Moon, Mars, and all the rest on it. He has drawn in several of the satellites of Jupiter and of Saturn too."

The Venerian pointed to Mars and looked inquisitively at them. Arcot shook his head and pointed quickly to Earth. The Venetian seemed a bit surprised at this, then thought a moment and nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Arcot intently. Then to the latter's amazement, there seemed to form in his mind a thought--at first vague, then quickly taking definite form.

"Man of Earth," it seemed to say, "we thank you--you have saved our nation. We want to thank you for your quick response to our signals. We had not thought that you could answer us so soon." The Venerian seemed to relax as the message was finished. It obviously had required great mental effort.

Arcot looked steadily into his eyes now, and tried to concentrate on a message--on a series of ideas. To him, trained though he was in deep concentration on one idea, the process of visualizing a series of ideas was new, and very difficult. But he soon saw that he was making some progress.

"We came in response to no signals--exploration only--we saw the battle--and aided because your city seemed doomed, and because it seemed too beautiful to be destroyed."

"What's it all about, Arcot?" asked Morey wonderingly, as he watched them staring at each other.

"Mental telepathy," Arcot answered briefly. "I'm terribly thick from his point of view, but I just learned that they sent signals to Earth--why, I haven't learned--but I'm making progress. If I don't crack under the strain, I'll find out sooner or later--so wait and see." He turned again to the Venerian.

The latter was frowning at him rather dubiously. With sudden decision he turned to his desk, and pulled down a small lever. Then again he looked intently at Arcot.

"Come with me--the strain of this conversation is too great--I see you do not have thought transference on your world."

"Come along, Morey--we're going somewhere. He says this thought transference is too much for us. I wonder what he is going to do?"

Out into the maze of halls they went again, now led by the kindly seven-foot Venerian. After walking through a long series of halls, they reached a large auditorium, where already there had gathered in the semi-circle of seats a hundred or so of the tall, blue-tinged Venerians.

Before them, on a low platform, were two large, deeply-cus.h.i.+oned chairs.

To these chairs the two Terrestrians were led.

"We will try to teach you our language telepathically. We can give you the ideas--you must learn the p.r.o.nunciation, but this will be very much quicker. Seat yourselves in these chairs and relax."

The chairs had been designed for the seven-footers. These men were six feet and six feet six, respectively, yet it seemed to them, as they sank into the cus.h.i.+ons, that never had they felt such comfortable chairs.

They were designed to put every muscle and every nerve at rest.

Luxuriously, almost in spite of themselves, they relaxed.

Dimly Arcot felt a wave of sleepiness sweep over him; he yawned prodigiously. There was no conscious awareness of his sinking into a deep slumber. It seemed that suddenly visions began to fill his mind--visions that developed with a returning consciousness--up from the dark, into a dream world. He saw a mighty fleet whose individual planes were a mile long, with three-quarters of a mile wingspread--t.i.tanic monoplanes, whose droning thunder seemed to roar through all s.p.a.ce. Then suddenly they were above him, and from each there spurted a great stream of dazzling brilliance, an intense glow that reached down, and touched the city. An awful concussion blasted his ears. All the world about him erupted in unimaginable brilliance; then darkness fell.

Another vision filled his mind--a vision of the same fleet hanging over a giant crater of molten rock, a crater that gaped angrily in a plain beside low green hills--a crater that had been a city. The giants of the air circled, turned, and sped over the horizon. Again he was with them--and again he saw a great city fuse in a blazing flash of blinding light--again and yet again--until around all that world he saw smoking ruins of great cities, now blasted crimson craters in a world of fearful desolation.

The destroyers rode up, up, up--out of the clouds--and he was with them.

Out beyond the swirling mists, where the cold of s.p.a.ce seemed to reach in at them, and the roaring of the mighty propellers was a thin whine--then suddenly that was gone, and from the tail of each of the t.i.tanic machines there burst a great stream of light, a blazing column that roared back, and lit all s.p.a.ce for miles around--rocket jets that sent them swiftly across s.p.a.ce!

He saw them approaching another world, a world that shone a dull red, but he saw the markings and knew that it was Earth, not Mars. The great planes began falling now--falling at an awful speed into the upper air of the planet, and in an instant the rocket flares were gone, fading and dying in the dense air. Again there came the roar of the mighty propellers. Then swiftly the fleet of giants swooped down, lower and lower. He became aware of its destination--a spot he knew must be New York--but a strangely distorted New York--a Venerian city, where New York should have been. And again, the bombs rained down. In an instant the gigantic city was a smoking ruin.

The visions faded, and slowly he opened his eyes, looked about him. He was still in the room of the circle of chairs--he was still on Venus--then with sudden shock, understanding came. He knew the meaning of these visions--the meaning of that strangely distorted New York, of that red earth. It meant that this was what the Venerians believed was to happen! They were trying to show him the plans of the owners and builders of those gigantic s.h.i.+ps! The New York he had seen was New York as these men imagined it.

Startled, confused, his forehead furrowed, he rose unsteadily to his feet. His head seemed whirling in the throes of a terrific headache. The men about him were looking anxiously at him. He glanced toward Morey. He was sleeping deeply in the seat, his features now and again reflecting his sensations. It was his turn to learn this new language and see the visions.

The old Venerian who had brought them there walked up to Arcot and spoke to him in a softly musical language, a language that was sibilant and predominated in liquid sounds; there were no gutturals, no nasals; it was a more musical language than Earth men had ever before heard, and now Arcot started in surprise, for he understood it perfectly; the language was as familiar as English.

"We have taught you our language as quickly as possible--you may have a headache, but you must know what we know as soon as possible. It may well be that the fate of two worlds hangs on your actions. These men have concentrated on you and taught you very rapidly with the ma.s.sed power of their minds, giving you visions of what we know to be in preparation. You must get back to your wonderful s.h.i.+p as quickly as possible; and yet you must know what has happened here on our world in the last few years, as well as what happened twenty centuries ago.

"Come with me to my office, and we will talk. When your friend has also learned, you may tell him."

Quickly Arcot followed the Venerian down the long corridors of the building. The few people they met seemed intent on their own business, paying little attention to them.

At last they seated themselves in the office where Arcot had first met his escort; and there he listened to a new history--the history of another planet.

"My name is Tonlos," the old man said. "I am a leader of my people--though my t.i.tle and position are unimportant. To explain would entail a prolonged discussion of our social structure, and there is no time for that. Later, perhaps--but now to our history.

"Twenty centuries ago," Tonlos continued, "there were two great rival nations on this planet. The planet Turo is naturally divided so that there would be a tendency toward such division. There are two enormous belts of land around the globe, one running from about 20 degrees north of the equator to about 80 degrees north. This is my country, Lanor. To the south there is a similar great belt of land, of almost identical size, Kaxor. These two nations have existed for many thousands of our years.

"Two thousand years ago a great crisis arose in the affairs of the world--a great war was in process of starting--but a Lanorian developed a weapon that made it impossible for the Kaxorians to win--and war was averted. The feeling was so strong, however, that laws were pa.s.sed which stopped all intercourse between the two nations for these thousands of years. By devious ways we've learned that Kaxor has concentrated on the study of physics, perhaps in hopes of finding a weapon with which they could threaten us once more. Lanor has studied the secrets of the human mind and body. We have no disease here any longer; we have no insanity.

We are students of chemistry, but physics has been neglected to a great extent. Recently, however, we have again taken up this science, since it alone of the main sciences had not received our study. Only twenty-five years have been spent on these researches, and in that short time we cannot hope to do what the Kaxorians have done in two thousand.

"The secret of the heat ray, the weapon that prevented the last war, had been almost forgotten. It required diligent research to bring it to life again, for it is a very inefficient machine--or was. Of late, however, we have been able to improve it, and now it is used in commerce to smelt our ores. It was this alone that allowed this city to put up the slight resistance that we did. We were surely doomed. This is the capital of Lanor, Sonor. We--and the nation--would have fallen but for you.

"We have had some warning that this was coming. We have spies in Kaxor now, for we learned of their intentions when they flew the first of their giant planes over one of our cities and dropped a bomb! We have been trying, since we discovered the awful scope of their plans, to send you a warning if you could not help us. That you should come here at this particular time is almost beyond belief--a practically impossible coincidence--but perhaps there is more than coincidence behind it? Who knows?" He paused briefly; went on with a heavy sigh: "Since you drove that plane away, we can expect a new raid at any moment, and we must be prepared. Is there any way you can signal your planet?"

"Yes--we can signal easily," Arcot answered; he struggled with the newly acquired language. "I do not know the word in your tongue--it may be that you do not have it--radio we call it--it is akin to light, but of vastly longer wavelength. Produced electrically, it can be directed like light and sent in a beam by means of a reflection. It can penetrate all substances except metals, and can leak around them, if it be not directional. With it I can talk readily with the men of Earth, and this very night I will."

Arcot paused, frowning thoughtfully, then continued, "I know there's definite need for haste, but we can't do anything until Morey has received the knowledge you've given me. While we're waiting here, I might just as well learn all I can about your planet. The more I know, the more intelligently I'll be able to plan for our defense."

In the conversation which followed, Arcot gained a general knowledge of the physical makeup of Venus. He learned that iron was an exceedingly rare element on the planet, while platinum was relatively plentiful.

Gold, though readily available, was considered a nuisance, since it was of no practical value due to its softness, excessive weight and its affinity for many catalysts. Most of the other metallic elements were present in quant.i.ties approximating those of Earth, except for an element called "morlus". When Tonlos mentioned this, Arcot said:

"Morlus--I have the word in your language--but I do not know the element. What is it?"