E.E. 'Doc' Smith SF Gateway Omnibus: The Skylark of Space, Skylark Three, Skylark of Valeron, Skylark DuQuesne

by E. E. 'Doc' Smith

  Norlamin!

  Norlamin would not like the idea and would have to be pacified.

  As soon as he got the Earth straightened out he would have to see what could be done about Norlamin.

  10

  Captured!

  ‘Dick!’ Dorothy shrieked, flashing to Seaton’s side; and, abandoning his fruitless speculations, he turned to confront two indescribable, yet vaguely recognizable, entities who had floated effortlessly into the control room of the Skylark. Large they were, and black – a dull, lusterless black – and each was possessed of four huge, bright lenses which apparently were eyes. ‘Dick! What are they, anyway?’

  ‘Life, probably; the intelligent, four-dimensional life that Mart fully expected to find here,’ Seaton answered. ‘I’ll see if I can’t send them a thought.’

  Staring directly into those expressionless lenses the man sent out wave after wave of friendly thought, without result or reaction. He then turned on the power of the mechanical educator and donned a headset, extending another toward one of the weird visitors and indicating as clearly as he could by signs that it was to be placed back of the outlandish eyes. Nothing happened, however, and Seaton snatched off the useless phones.

  ‘Might have known they wouldn’t work!’ he snorted. ‘Electricity! Too slow – and those tubes probably won’t be hot in less than ten years of this hypertime, besides. Probably wouldn’t have been any good, anyway – their minds would of course be four-dimensional, and ours most distinctly are not. There may be some point – or rather, plane – of contact between their minds and ours, but I doubt it. They don’t act warlike, though; we’ll simply watch them a while and see what they do.’

  But if, as Seaton had said, the intruders did not seem inimical, neither were they friendly. If any emotion at all affected them, it was apparently nothing more nor less than curiosity. They floated about, gliding here and there, their great eyes now close to this article, now that; until at last they floated past the arenak wall of the spherical space ship and disappeared.

  Seaton turned quickly to his wife, ready to minister again to overstrained nerves, but much to his surprise he found Dorothy calm and intensely interested.

  ‘Funny-looking things, weren’t they, Dick?’ she asked animatedly. ‘They looked just like highly magnified chess knights with four hands; or like those funny little sea horses they have in the aquarium, only on a larger scale. Were those propellers they had instead of tails natural or artificial – could you tell?’

  ‘Huh? What’re you talking about? I didn’t see any such details as that!’ Seaton exclaimed.

  ‘I couldn’t, either, really,’ Dorothy explained, ‘until after I found out how to look at them. I don’t know whether my method would appeal to a strictly scientific mind or not. I can’t understand any of this fourth-dimensional, mathematical stuff of yours and Martin’s anyway, so when I want to see anything out here I just pretend that the fourth dimension isn’t there at all. I just look at what you call the three-dimensional surface and it looks all right. When I look at you that way, for instance, you look like my very own Dick, instead of like a cubist’s four-dimensional nightmare.’

  ‘You have hit it, Dorothy.’ Crane had been visualizing four-dimensional objects as three-dimensional while she was speaking. ‘That is probably the only way in which we can really perceive hyperthings at all.’

  ‘It does work, at that!’ Seaton exclaimed. ‘Congratulations, Dot; you’ve made a contribution to science – but say, what’s coming off now? We’re going somewhere.’

  For the Skylark, which had been floating freely in space – a motion which the senses of the wanderers had long since ceased to interpret as a sensation of falling – had been given an acceleration. Only a slight acceleration, barely enough to make the floor of the control room seem ‘down,’ but any acceleration at all in such circumstances was to the scientists cause for grave concern.

  ‘Non-gravitational, of course, or we would have felt it before – what’s the answer, Mart, if any?’ Seaton demanded. ‘Suppose that they’ve taken hold of us with a tractor and are taking us for a ride?’

  ‘It would appear that way. I wonder if the visiplates are still practical?’ Crane moved over to number one visiplate and turned it in every direction. Nothing was visible in the abysmal, all-engulfing, almost palpable darkness of the absolute black outside the hull of the vessel.

  ‘It wouldn’t work, hardly,’ Seaton commented. ‘Look at our time here – we must be way beyond light. I doubt if we could see anything, even if we had a sixth-order projector – which of course we haven’t.’

  ‘But how about our light inside here, then?’ asked Margaret. ‘The lamps are burning, and we can see things.’

  ‘I don’t know, Peg,’ Seaton replied. ‘All this stuff is way past me. Maybe it’s because the lights are traveling with us – no, that’s out. Probably, as I intimated before, we aren’t seeing things at all – just feeling them, some way or other. That must be it, I think – it’s sure that the light-waves from those lamps are almost perfectly stationary, as far as we’re concerned.’

  ‘Oh, there’s something!’ Dorothy called. She had remained at the visiplate, staring into the impenetrable darkness. ‘See, it just flashed on! We’re falling toward ground of some kind. It doesn’t look like any planet I ever saw before, either – it’s perfectly endless and it’s perfectly flat.’

  The others rushed to the plates and saw, instead of the utter blackness of a moment before, an infinite expanse of level, un-curving hyperland. Though so distant from it that any planetary curvature should have been evident, they could perceive none. Flat that land was – a geometrical plane – and sunless, but apparently self-luminous; glowing with a strong, somewhat hazy, violet light. And now they could also see the craft which had been towing them. It was a lozenge-shaped affair, glowing fiercely with the peculiarly livid ‘light’ of the hyperplanet; and was now apparently exerting its maximum tractive effort in a vain attempt to hold the prodigious mass of Skylark Two against the seemingly slight force of gravitation.

  ‘Must be some kind of hyperlight that we’re seeing by,’ Seaton cogitated. ‘Must be sixth- or seventh-order velocity, at least, or we’d be …’

  ‘Never mind the light or our seeing things!’ Dorothy interrupted. ‘We are falling, and we shall probably hit hard. Can’t you do something about it?’

  ‘Afraid not, Kitten.’ He grinned at her. ‘But I’ll try it. Nope, everything’s dead. No power, no control, no nothing, and there won’t be until we snap back where we belong. But don’t worry about a crash. Even if that ground is solid enough to crash us, and I don’t think it is, everything out here, including gravity, seems to be so feeble that it won’t hurt us any.’

  Scarcely had he finished speaking when the Skylark struck – or rather, floated gently downward into the ground. For, slight as was the force of gravitation, and partially counteracted as well by the pull of the towing vessel, the arenak globe did not even pause as it encountered the apparently solid rock of the surface of the planet – if planet it was. That rock billowed away upon all sides as the Skylark sank into it and through it, to come to a halt only after her mass had driven a vertical, smooth-sided well some hundreds of feet in depth.

  Even though the Osnomian metal had been rendered much less dense than normal by its extrusion and expansion into the fourth dimension, yet it was still so much denser than the unknown material of the hyperplanet that it sank into that planet’s rocky soil as a bullet sinks into thick jelly.

  ‘Well, that’s that!’ Seaton declared. ‘Thinness and tenuosity, as well as feebleness, seem to be characteristics of this hyper-material. Now we’ll camp here peacefully for a while. Before they succeed in digging us out – if they try it, which they probably will – we’ll be gone.’

  Again, however, the venturesome and impetuous chemist was wrong. Feeble the hypermen were, and tenuous, but their curiosity was whetted even sharper than before. Derricks were rigged, and slin
gs; but even before the task of hoisting the Skylark to the surface of the planet was begun, two of the peculiar denizens of the hyperworld were swimming down through the atmosphere of the four-dimensional well at whose bottom the Earth vessel lay. Past the arenak wall of the cruiser they dropped, and into the control room they floated.

  ‘But I do not understand it at all, Dick,’ Crane had been arguing. ‘Postulating the existence of a three-dimensional object in four-dimensional space, a four-dimensional being could of course enter it at will, as your fingers entered that tobacco can. But since all objects here are in fact and of necessity four-dimensional, that condition alone should bar any such proceeding. Therefore, since you actually did take the contents out of that can without opening it, and since our recent visitors actually did enter and leave our vessel at will, I can only conclude that we must still be essentially three-dimensional in nature, even though constrained temporarily to occupy four-dimensional space.’

  ‘Say, Mart, that’s a thought! You’re still the champion thinker of the universe, aren’t you? That explains a lot of things I’ve been worrying myself black in the face about. I think I can explain it, too, by analogy. Imagine a two-dimensional man, one centimeter wide and ten or twelve centimeters long; the typical flatlander of the classical dimensional explanations. There he is, in a plane, happy as a clam and perfectly at home. Then some force takes him by one end and rolls him up into a spiral, or sort of semisolid cylinder, one centimeter long. He won’t know what to make of it, but in reality he’ll be a two-dimensional man occupying three-dimensional space.

  ‘Now imagine further that we can see him, which of course is a pretty tall order, but necessary since this is a very rough analogy. We wouldn’t know what to make of him, either, would we? Doesn’t that square up with what we’re going through now? We’d think that such a thing was quite a curiosity and want to find out about it, wouldn’t we? That, I think, explains the whole thing, both our sensations and the actions of those sea horses – huh! Here they are again. Welcome to our city, strangers!’

  But the intruders made no sign of understanding the message. They did not, could not, understand.

  Their four-dimensional minds, conceived and reared in hyperspace and knowing nothing save hyperthings, were of course utterly incapable of receiving or of comprehending any thoughts emanating from the fundamentally three-dimensional Terrestrials.

  The human beings, now using Dorothy’s happily discovered method of dimensional reduction, saw that the hypermen did indeed somewhat resemble overgrown sea horses – the hippocampus heptagonus of Earthly zoology – but sea horses each equipped with a writhing, spinning, air-propeller tail and with four long and sinuous arms, terminating in many dexterous and prehensile fingers.

  Each of those hands held a grappling trident; a peculiar, four-dimensional hyperforceps whose insulated, interlocking teeth were apparently electrodes – conductors of some hyper-equivalent of our Earthly electricity. With unmoved, expressionless ‘faces’ the two visitors floated about the control room, while Seaton and Crane sent out wave after wave of friendly thought and made signs of friendship in all the various pantomimic languages at their command.

  ‘Look out, Mart, they’re coming this way! I don’t want to start anything hostile, but I don’t particularly like the looks of those toad-stabbers of theirs, and if they start any funny business with them maybe we’d better wring their fishy little necks!’

  But there was to be no neck-wringing – then. Slight of strength the hypermen were, and of but little greater density than the thin air through which they floated so easily; but they had no need of physical strength – then. Indeed, some little time was to elapse before they were even to suspect the undreamed-of potentialities inherent in the, to them, incomprehensible Terrestrial physiques.

  Four tridents shot out, and in a monstrously obscure fashion reached past clothing skin, and ribs; seizing upon and holding firmly, but painlessly and gently, the vital nervous centers of the human bodies. Seaton tried to leap to the attack, but even his quickness was of no avail – even before he moved, a wave of intolerable agony surged throughout his being, ceasing only and completely when he relaxed, relinquishing his pugnacious attempt. Shiro, leaping from the galley with cleaver upraised, was similarly impaled and similarly subdued.

  Then a hoisting platform appeared, and Seaton and Margaret were forced to board it. They had no choice; the first tensing of the muscles to resist the will of the hypermen was quelled instantly by a blast of such intolerable torture that no human body could possibly defy it for even the slightest perceptible instant of time.

  ‘Take it easy, Dot – Mart,’ Seaton spoke rapidly as the hoist started upward. ‘Do whatever they say – no use taking much of that stuff – until Peg and I get back. We’ll get back, too, believe me! They’ll have to take these meat hooks out of us sometime, and when they do they’ll think a cyclone has broken loose.’

  11

  Hyperland

  Raging but impotent, Seaton stood motionless beside his friend’s wife upon the slowly rising lift; while Crane, Dorothy, and Shiro remained in the control room of the Skylark. All were helpless, incapable alike of making a single movement not authorized by their grotesque captors. Feeble the hypermen were, as has been said; but at the first tensing of a human muscle in revolt there shot from the insulated teeth of the grappling hypertrident such a terrific surge of unbearably poignant torture that any thought of resistance was out of the question.

  Even Seaton – fighter by instinct though he was, and reckless as he was and desperate at the thought of being separated from his beloved Dorothy – had been able to endure only three such shocks. The unimaginable anguish of the third rebuke, a particularly vicious and long-continued wrenching and wringing of the most delicate nerve centers of his being, had left him limp and quivering. He was still furious, still bitterly humiliated. His spirit was willing, but he was physically unable to drive his fiendishly tortured body to further acts of rebellion.

  Thus it was that the improvised elevator of the hypermen carried two docile captives as it went past not through – the spherical arenak shell of Skylark Two and up the mighty well which the vessel had driven in its downward plunge. The walls of that pit were glassily smooth; or, more accurately, were like slag; as though the peculiarly unsubstantial rock of the hyperplanet had been actually melted by the force of the cruiser’s descent, easy and gradual as the fall had seemed to the senses of the Terrestrials.

  It was apparent also that the hypermen were having difficulty in lifting the, to them, tremendous weight of the two human bodies. The platform would go up a few feet, then pause. Up and pause, up and pause; again and again. But at last they reached the top of the well, and, wretched as he was, Seaton had to grin when he perceived that they were being hoisted by a derrick, whose over-driven engine, attended though it was by a veritable corps of mechanics, could lift them only a few feet at a time. Coughing and snorting, it ran slower and slower until, released from the load, it burst again into free motion to build up sufficient momentum to lift them another foot or so.

  And all about the rim of that forty-foot well there were being erected other machines. Trusses were rising into the air, immense chains were being forged, and additional motors were being assembled. It was apparent that the Skylark was to be raised; and it was equally evident that to the hypermen that raising presented an engineering problem of no small magnitude.

  ‘She’ll be right here when we get back, Peg, as far as those jaspers are concerned,’ Seaton informed his companion. ‘If they have to slip their clutches to lift the weight of just us two, they’ll have one sweet job getting the old Skylark back up here. They haven’t got the slightest idea of what they’re tackling – they can’t begin to pile enough of that kind of machinery in this whole part of the country to budge her.’

  ‘You speak as though you were quite certain of our returning.’ Margaret spoke somberly. ‘I wish that I could feel that way.’

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�Sure I’m certain of it,’ Seaton assured her. ‘I’ve got it all figured out. Nobody can maintain one hundred per cent vigilance forever, and as soon as I get back into shape from that last twisting they gave me, I’ll be fast enough to take advantage of the break when it comes.’

  ‘Yes, but suppose it doesn’t come?’

  ‘It’s bound to come sometime. The only thing that bothers me is that I can’t even guess at when we’re due to snap back into our own three-dimensional space. Since we couldn’t detect any motion in an ether wave, though, I imagine that we’ll have lots of time, relatively speaking, to get back here before the Skylark leaves. Ah! I wondered if they were going to make us walk to wherever it is they’re taking us, but I see we ride – there comes something that must be an airship. Maybe we can make our break now instead of later.’

  But the hyperman did not relax his vigilance for an instant as the vast, vague bulk of the flier hovered in the air beside their elevator. A port opened, a short gangplank shot out, and under the urge of the punishing tridents the two human beings stepped aboard. A silent flurry ensued among the weird crew of the vessel as its huge volume sank downward under the unheard-of mass of the two captives, but no opportunity was afforded for escape – the gripping tridents did not relax, and at last the amazed officers succeeded in driving their motors sufficiently to lift the prodigious load into the air of the hyperplanet.

  ‘Take a good long look around, Peg, so that you can help find our way back,’ Seaton directed, and pointed out through the peculiarly transparent wall of their conveyance. ‘See those three peaks over there, the only hills in sight? Our course is about twelve or fifteen degrees off the line of the right-hand two – and there’s something that looks like a river down below us. The bend there is just about on line – see anything to mark it by?’