"Underground passages?"
"Precisely. That is how they took me out of the city. They laughed at us guarding all the gates! When they decided to take me away, two of them escorted me underground and led me on foot to a door that was opened only after some special ceremony, and which communicated with a conduit"
"Conduit for what?"
"I could only suppose what. My eyes were taped, and during this journey, even my ears were muffled; but I am sure from my sensations during the journey mat I was underground, and carried through a long, close conduit like a great pipe."
"Carried?" repeated Tony, as the others in the group excitedly crowded closer to catch the weak word. "How did they carry you?"
"In a car. They sat me up in some sort of small car which ran very rapidly-and, I am sure, underground. I could feel enough of it with my hands to be sure it was not what we would call a passenger-car. I am sure now, from what I felt at the time, and what I learned later, that it was a work-car, built by the Old People for their workmen in the conduit. I was taken into a power tunnel, I believe, and transported in a work-car through the conduit to the other city. Certainly when, after a time I can only estimate as hours, I was brought up to daylight, it was in the city occupied by Russians and Japanese, and with them, on the same terms, some Germans. There are also English there, men and women; but not on the same terms as the others."
"Go on!" begged several voices.
"They let me see the city-and themselves," said Von Beitz. "It is a great city-greater than this, and very beautiful. It offers them everything that they could have dreamed of- and more! It makes them, as they succeed in mastering its secrets, like gods! Or they think so!"
"Like gods!"
"Yes," said Von Beitz, "that is our great danger. They feel like gods; they must be like gods; and how can they be gods, without mortals to make them obeisance and do them reverence? So they will be the gods; and we will be the mortals to do their bidding. Already they have taken the English and set themselves above them, as you have heard. They tried to take us-as you know. We killed some of them-some of the most ruthless and dangerous; but others remain. They know they need not endanger themselves. They wait for us confidently."
"Wait for us? How?"
'To come to them."
"But if we don't come?"
"We must."
"Why?"
"We have no help for ourselves-and they know it. For the truth is as we feared. For all these great cities of the eastern section of this continent," the German declared solemnly and slowly, "there is a single power city-or station. It is located deep underground-not directly beneath their city, but near it. Of course they control it, and control, therefore, light and power- and heat. Any of these we can enjoy only as they ration it to us.
"We move out, as we know, toward the cold orbit of Mars where heat will mean life in our long dark nights. They wait for that moment for us to admit their godship, and come and bow down before them."
Tony stared silently at Von Beitz, biting his lip and clenching his hands. He remembered the exaltation which he had felt-which he could not help feeling-when he realized that he was in command in this single city. They felt themselves in command-in absolute power-over this planet. He could comprehend their believing themselves almost gods.
The weakened man went on: "In the cavern city where are the engines which draw power from the hot center of this planet, a guard of the 'gods' stands watch. It is the citadel of their authority, the palladium of their power. I have not seen the station; but yesterday I learned its location. I stole a diagram and traced it before I was discovered. I escaped my guards. I fought my way into a ship this morning."
"You have the tracing?" Dodson whispered.
The German smiled. "I have it."
He shut his eyes and gave a sigh that was partly a groan. Dodson leaned over him. "We'll carry you to the center of the city now. You've taken a terrible beating."
Von Beitz opened one eye, then, and a grin overspread his battered features. "My dear Dodson," he replied spiritedly, although in a low tone, "if you think I've taken a terrible beating, you ought to see the other fellows. Three of them! One I left without so many teeth as he had had. The one who had the knife, I robbed of his weapon, and I put it between his ribs-where, I fear, it will take mortal effect. The third- alas, his own mother would neither recognize nor receive him!"
With those words the courageous Von Beitz quietly fainted.
Tony told Jack Taylor to post a call for a meeting, in the evening, of the Council of the Central Authority; and he himself accompanied those who bore Von Beitz to Dodson's hospital.
It was, of course, really a hospital of the Other People which Dodson had preempted. The plan of the place and its equipment delighted Dodson and at the same time drove him to despair trying to imagine the right uses of some of the implements of the surgery, and the procedures of those Vanished People.
Von Beitz' case was, however, a simple one; and Tony left, fully assured that the German would completely recover.
Tony went home-to the splendid, graceful apartment where he knew he would find Eve, and which they called their home because they occupied it. But they could never be free from consciousness that it was not theirs-that minds and emotions immensely distant from them had designed this place of repose.
Minds far in the future, Tony always felt, though he knew that the Other People actually pertained to the epochal past; but though they had lived a million years ago, yet they had passed beyond the people of earth before they came to gaze on the dawn of their day of extinction. So, strangely, Tony knew he was living in an apartment of the past, but felt it to be like one of the future. Time had become completely confusing.
What were years? What had they been? A year had been the measure of an interval in which the earth circled the sun. But the earth, except in fragments, no longer went around the sun. This planet had taken its place; and earthly time ceased to have significance. You lived in the time of this strange planet; its eons and epochs were behind you; and the incalculable accomplishments of its people.
The soft illumination of interiors, to which he had now become accustomed, glowed in the hallway. It was agreeable, soothing, never harsh; and the soft pastel colors of the walls showed patterns pleasing to the eyes, though they were eyes from earth, and earth never had seen anything similar.
Taste, thought Tony, reached through the universe; and beauty; and happiness-and peace. And cruelty also? When had these Other People been cruel? Had they cast it off only at last?
He was very tired, but excited too; he was glad to find Eve alone, awaiting him.
He kissed her, and held her, and for a moment let himself forget all else but the softness of her in his arms, and the warmth of her lips on his.
"Lord of my love," she whispered, in her own ecstasy. "Lord of my love," she repeated; and holding him, went on:
"To whom in vassalage,
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit."
"Oh," said Tony.
"I memorized it as a child, Tony, never guessing at its meaning till now. How could Shakespeare have found words, dear, for so many feelings?... This place was planned for love, Tony."
"Yes."
"They loved here, Tony; some couple very young-a million years ago. We lie on their couch.... Where are they?"
"Where we, sometime, shall probably be; but why think of that? 'From fairest creatures'-finish that for me, Eve, can you?"
"The first sonnet, you mean?"
"I don't know the number; but I knew it once-at Groton. I had to learn it to get into Harvard for the college board examinations. Wait: I've got more of it:
'From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die.'
"Where are Harvard, and Groton, now, Tony?"
"With Nineveh and Tyre; but you're here-and beauty's rose shall never die.... And by God, no one will take you from me-or freeze you in the cold, if I don't let you go."
> "You've the diagram that Von Beitz brought?"
"I've seen it-studied it. He did well; but not enough. We know now where is the great central power-station; but we don't know how to get to it. We don't know even how they get in and out of this city."
"You think they still do?"
"We can't say that they don't. Undoubtedly Von Beitz was right; he was taken out by way of some conduit. We'll have to find that first, and stop it up or guard it; and then there may be a dozen underground doors leading anywhere, for purposes we've not progressed enough to guess. We've got to catch up on the old records of this place-though it's plain that some of them have been removed by the men who captured Von Beitz. Yet we've an awful lot to learn that we can learn."
'Tony, it's perfectly fascinating-and terrible, some of it. I met Professor Philbin when I was coming here. I never saw him so excited. He didn't know anything about what had just happened; he didn't even know that Von Beitz had returned. When I told him, he only stared at me; he wondered why I'd mentioned it. He was living in something far more exciting. He'd found the record, Tony, of the Other People when they first discovered the star of their doom approaching! He was looking for you; he wants to report to you what happened here, Tony, a million years ago!"
But Tony not yet could leave her. "If it's waited a million years, it can wait," he said, "ten minutes more."
CHAPTER XVII AT THE MERCY OF THE MIDIANITES
Tony found Philbin with Duquesne, to whom the linguist had brought his version of the records he had decoded.
The French astronomer strode about the table in his excitement.
"We may picture now, with some confidence," he proclaimed to Tony, "the original situation of this planet-the place which it occupied in the universe when the people, who have provided these cities for us, lived.
"Its star-its sun-was, as we know, in the south. Eleven planets, of which this was one, circled that sun. This planet, and the one which we called Bronson Alpha, were the fifth and sixth in order of distance away from their sun. They were more closely associated than any other two planets; in fact, this planet revolved about Branson Alpha almost like a moon. But it was not like our moon, which was always a dead world. It was Bronson Alpha, the greater planet, which bore no life; it was this planet-the smaller of the two-which bore life. And what a splendid order of life it bore at the end of its time!
"It seems to have been about two hundred years before the end that the people on this planet began to appreciate that a star was approaching which was to tear them away from their sun and cast them out into utter darkness and cold. There appear to have been living on this world, at that time, about one billion people."
"One billion people!" Tony exclaimed.
Philbin nodded. "One thousand million-about two-thirds of the population of our earth before our destruction began. I have found reference to earlier conditions of this planet which indicates that at one time the total population here might have been similar to ours. They had solved sanitation problems, and health and nutrition difficulties, at least a thousand years earlier; and for centuries their population grew rapidly; yet I believe that they never had quite the total population of our earth.
"After they became scientific and gained control of their living conditions,-and the conditions of birth,-they seem to have reduced their total number to about a billion. They seem to have stabilized at that figure.
"For centuries there seems to have been little change, except locally; they kept their birth-rate approximately level with their death rate. The thousand millions of people were spread fairly evenly, in cities, towns and villages, over the best parts of this planet. Civilization seems to have spread and been established everywhere, though the people were not everywhere homogeneous. It is perfectly plain that they had developed at least six different races of men, with some forty or fifty subdivisions distinguished by what we called 'national' characteristics. I have not yet been able to make out the form of their government at the time prior to the approach of the destroying star; but it is clear that war either was very rare or had been completely abandoned.
"They had come to provide for themselves a very high quality of life; they seemed to have established throughout their globe both peace and comfort-when their scientists saw their fatal star approaching."
"Go on," said Tony, when Philbin halted. "Or can't you?"
"Yes. I know a little more of what they did at that time- or at least how they felt-that billion people who used to live on this earth."
Yet he halted again while he gazed about the hall at their handicraft, their lovely sensitive art and decorations. They were gone-the billion of them-but they had been people who strived and struggled, and who had undergone an ordeal surpassing, in its prolonged torture, the agonies of the end of the earth. Philbin, the linguist and translator, tried to put some of this into words.
"You will pardon me, my friends," he said to Tony and Duquesne, "and understand that I can give you facts in fragmentary manner only, at this moment. My source is an autobiography of a man called Lagon-Lagon Itol. Lagon was what we would consider his surname. He was an artist and an architect of the time I speak of-the period of their discovery of, or their realization of, their threatened extinction from the approach of the star.
"With this autobiography of Lagon Itol, I found a volume about him by one of his contemporaries-one Jerad Kan. Lagon was a genius; he was, I think, the Michelangelo of this planet; and with this enormous artistic and architectural ability, he had an insatiable curiosity and interest in personalities. He kept a most careful diary, which is like nothing so much as Samuel Pepys'. Think of this remarkable man-Lagon Itol -as an amazingly vital, vigorous blending of our Michelangelo and Samuel Pepys.
"He records on this page,"-Philbin spread it before Tony and Duquesne,-"his first fear, if you will call it that, of the star.
"This is how I translate his words:
" 'Colk called to-day. He says the star Borak will certainly disturb us-or rather the great-grandchildren of our great-grandchildren. It presents us a pretty problem for survival.'
"Now the inspiring, and the exciting thing," exclaimed Philbin, "is to follow how this Lagon Itol immediately set to work to plan a scheme of survival for these people-though the need for that scheme would not come until the time of his great-grandchildren's grandchildren."
Duquesne, with Tony, was staring at the page, the words of which they could not read; but there was a sketch there which fascinated them.
"It looks," cried Duquesne, "like a first imagination of this city!"
"That's what it was," said Philbin. "It is perfectly clear that cities of this type were Wend, Strahl, Gorfulu, Danot and Khorlu.
"None of these names appear anywhere in the records of the time of which I am speaking; no such cities existed. Here Lagon Itol first began to dream of them, and he and his friend Jerad Kan began to write, educating the people to plan for what lay ahead of their grandchildren's grandchildren.
"For what happened to them-what, at that time, was threatened and had not yet occurred-was a widely different doom from that of our earth. When we discovered our destroyers, we knew that we ourselves must face the destruction, and that very soon."
"Precisely!" Duquesne had to exclaim. "Time for us was more merciful! For them-for two hundred years, at least, they must have looked at their doom! Tell me-tell me, friend, how a mind like Michelangelo's-this Lagon Itol- met it."
"In the most inevasive way. It is plain from his diary that, in his time, there was doubt-or at least the best scientists were divided-over the point as to whether the approaching star would tear this planet completely away from its sun, or would merely alter its orbit so as to make the climate, for part of the year, very much colder. Lagon Itol considered both of those possibilities. He made a plan for survival under colder conditions; he also speculated on the possibilities of survival even in the dark and cold of space.
"Lagon Itol himself did not believe that was the probability. The app
roach of the star was not to be a near passing, except in astronomical terms; it would not come within a billion miles of the sun of Bronson Beta. It was certain to effect the orbit of this planet; but would it make that orbit wholly unstable?
"Lagon Itol seems to have proceeded on the assumption it would not. On this day, on this page, he discusses that. On this next page, he is discussing the effects of the uses of klul."
"Klul?" asked Tony.
"Apparently it was a drug they used to make the air more exhilarating-or intoxicating. It seems to have been one of the dearest vices, or indulgences, of the Other People. They let klul evaporate in a room; then they came in and breathed it. It appears to have been extraordinarily pleasant; both sexes indulged in it, but it was forbidden to children. Lagon Itol records the formula, as he did all things that interested him."
"But," said Tony, "you found no actual diagram of the engineering arrangements under the cities?"
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