The Golden Amazons of Venus Part 13
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"I'll hold her on this course a while," Gerry said. "In the morning we can strike over and try to pick up the frontiers of Savissa."
It was just at dusk that they saw white towers against the sky. They rose out of the sea as Gerry turned the _Viking's_ blunt nose toward them--the mighty battlements of a vast city. Closana, who was standing on deck beside him at the time, rested her hands on the rail and stared in utter amazement.
"But it isn't possible, Geree!" she gasped, "there isn't any civilization out there on the islands of the Great Sea!"
"Could it be a mirage?" he suggested. "A reflection of some Savissan city on the mainland?"
"No." The girl shook her head. "There are no cities of that sort in any of these lands. Geree--there is something strange here. I do not like it. There _cannot_ be any city ahead of us there!"
"But there it is!" Gerry said grimly. "We can't all be seeing things.
We'll go closer and get a better look."
It was sunset, the unspectacular Venusian sunset which was simply a swift lessening of the golden glow from the cloud veiled sky above.
Lights were gleaming from most of the tall buildings of the towering city as the _Viking_ drove toward it through a quiet sea. Sea birds swooped low about the s.h.i.+p's wake. The watchers on deck could see the low sh.o.r.e line of the island on which the city was built. Then they heard distant bells, pleasant bells that seemed to be chiming a farewell to the day and a welcome to the night. And then a red light flashed on top of the tallest building and in an instant the entire city vanished.
One minute the strange city had been clearly visible before them, its graceful towers agleam with lights as they notched the sky. The next instant the whole place was gone. There was nothing in sight at all but a low sh.o.r.eline. It was as though a thick veil of concealing mist had been suddenly drawn across between the s.h.i.+p and the city. Only--the air was clear and without a trace of mist. Gerry walked across to the open dome of the upper control room.
"Cut rockets!" he snapped. "Get some kind of an anchor overboard. We'll just stay right here off sh.o.r.e until morning. There's something queer going on."
Gerry and Steve Brent leaned on the rail together, peering through the darkness toward the island. Nothing was visible in the faint phorphor-glow that marked the Venusian night, but they could just hear a distant singing as of many voices lifted in chorus.
"What do you think happened to the city so suddenly?" Steve asked. Gerry shrugged.
"I suppose some mist hid it."
"There wasn't any mist," Steve said flatly, "anyway--we could see the low hills on sh.o.r.e just as clearly after the city disappeared as before.
Anyway...."
"Listen!" Gerry interrupted.
Now they could again hear the sound of bells coming across the water.
Half the time the sound was swept away by the night breeze, half the time they could just hear it. The bells were of many blended tones and notes, an immense carillon. They were singing some outland melody that was full of the surge of ocean breezes and the cries of the sea birds.
It rose, and swelled, and died away again.
"The city's there, all right," Gerry said slowly. "Though I can't imagine why we don't see any lights with the sound of the bells that close. But we'll see in the morning."
"I tell you there is no city," Closana said, her voice troubled. "We have often sailed s.h.i.+ps into these waters from the Savissan coast, and we know that none of these Outer Isles are inhabited. What you have heard must be the ghosts of the Old Ones, ancient phantoms speeding through the skies. There is a legend that the bells of their phantom s.h.i.+ps can sometimes be heard off the coast at night."
"Ghosts or no ghosts, we're going ash.o.r.e there in the morning!" Gerry said stubbornly.
All night the _Viking_ rode to a crude anchor that Angus had improvised from some spare parts on board. The s.p.a.ce-s.h.i.+p's designers had never expected her to lie in water. Most of the crew were on deck as soon as it grew light enough to see. Ahead of them, less than half a mile away, stretched a sandy sh.o.r.e backed by a line of low hills. The island had a wealth of the yellow vegetation typical of the mainland of Venus, so that it had a more friendly appearance than the other specks of land which dotted the Great Sea and were only bare rock, but there was no sign of life. Certainly there was no trace of any city! There was not even an indication of human habitation at all. As the dawn-mists cleared away they could see that another range of hills stretched along the horizon some miles behind. Their greenish-yellow slopes were clear and sharp against the cloudy sky beyond, and they were located well in the rear of where the city had appeared to be in that hasty glimpse the night before.
"Ready the landing party!" Gerry commanded. "Full armor and equipment!"
They gently beached the s.p.a.ce-s.h.i.+p on the sloping expanse of sand, running her nose a little way up above the water level while the light surf lapped her dripping sides. Some giant crabs scurried away across the beach in startled surprise.
"Want to go ash.o.r.e, Angus?" Gerry asked as McTavish's red bearded face came up through an escape hatch. The big engineer shook his head.
"I'll just stay aboard here and brood over my broken helicopters, thanks. My last trip ash.o.r.e took care of all my wanderl.u.s.t for the present."
Gerry took half the vessel's crew with him, leaving the other half on guard. Closana went with the landing party. With their armor gleaming in the golden light, ray-guns and other weapons ready, they tramped up across the loose sand of the beach. Beyond the sh.o.r.e line was firmer ground, a field of some low plants that grew in orderly yellow rows.
"I'll swallow my ray-tube if this isn't a field cultivated by man!
Nature was never that orderly," Steve Brent muttered. Gerry shrugged.
"Lord knows! If we ever get those helicopters fixed, I'm all for a quick return to Earth. This planet is certainly no peaceful garden of Eden, and I've had pretty near all I want of it. Savissa was the only place I really liked. I wonder what's happening there now!"
"We'll know if anything very exciting turns up," Steve said. "When we started out on our search after you disappeared that night, I left Tanda behind with a portable radio to keep us posted. Sort of figured it was our base on Venus, and anyway there was always the chance you might wander back there."
"Great planetoids--I just thought of something! As soon as we get back to the s.h.i.+p, remind me to radio Tanda to tell Rupin-Sang that the Scaly Ones had learned to use the old sewers, and that he must either block them off or place a heavy guard there."
For a mile they walked inland, across those odd fields. The orderly rows of plants stretched off to the horizon on both sides. And then they came to a kind of level plain. The ground before them was strange looking, so strange that Gerry called a halt while he stared down the slight slope at it.
Most of the plain was of bare rock, rock that was absolutely smooth and level without any sign of weathering at all. Along the outer edge it was pitted at regular intervals by what looked like shallow wells a foot in diameter. Beyond that zone were many excavations of many sizes and shapes, all cut down into the solid rock with the sides perfectly straight and smooth. Gerry took off his helmet and scratched his head.
"Now what do you make of that?"
"I know what it looks like to me," Steve said. "It looks just like the foundations of a city--without the city. Those round pits are the anchorages of the outer wall. Those square holes are the bas.e.m.e.nts of tall buildings. Only--somebody has lifted the whole city away."
"You're crazy!" Gerry growled. Steve shrugged.
"Maybe we all are! Anyway, I'm going to take a look into one of those holes."
Steve walked quickly forward toward the nearest of the round pits.
Suddenly, just as he reached the very edge of the zone of bare rock, there was a dull clash of steel. Something had seemed to pick Steve up bodily and hurl him backward. He landed flat on his back on the ground, his helmet bouncing off and rolling a few feet away.
"It hit me," he shouted.
"What did?"
"I don't know." Steve sat up and rubbed his head. "Y' know, Chief, it really felt more as though I'd just walked squarely into a solid stone wall."
"It has just occurred to me," Gerry said slowly, "that maybe that's exactly what you _did_ do!"
Gerry walked forward cautiously, a foot at a time, one hand stretched out before him. When he reached a spot on line with the place where Steve had been stopped, his hand encountered something cool and firm and smooth. It was like the surface of a highly polished stone wall. Or a sheet of heavy and invisible gla.s.s. He ran both his hands over it. The thing was continuous and solid. There was nothing visible to the eye, and he could see far ahead of him across the strangely surfaced rocky plain, but there was an impenetrable barrier blocking the path.
Stepping back a few feet, Gerry picked up a pebble and tossed it upward.
The stone bounced sharply back as soon as it came in line with the invisible barrier. He threw the pebble higher and the same thing happened. There was something mysterious and disquieting about the way the stone would soar up into the clear air--and then sharply bounce back from a point in s.p.a.ce where nothing at all was visible.
"Magic!" Closana said nervously. Even the Earth-men of the landing party had drawn together in a compact group, ray-tubes ready and eyes alert.
Gerry moved back a few feet farther, then hurled the stone forward and upward as high as he could. This time the pebble did not bounce back. It simply vanished in thin air. And then, from somewhere off in the emptiness of s.p.a.ce above them, there came the sound of a deep and mocking laughter!
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