The Golden Age of Science Fiction Novels Vol 04

by Anthology

  "It's a temple," Geo suddenly said.

  And again they fell back to work. What spots of light spilled through the twisted net of jungle stopped at the total shadow beneath the great arch. A line of blackness up one side of the basalt door showed that it was ajar. Now they mounted the steps, moving aside a fallen branch which chattered leaves at them. Geo, Iimmi, then Snake, and at last Urson, squeezed through the door.

  Ceiling blocks had fallen from the high vault so that three shafts of sun struck through the continual shift of dust to the littered floor.

  "Do you think it's Hama's temple?" Urson asked. His voice came back in the stone room, small and hollow.

  "I doubt it," said Iimmi. "At least not the one we're supposed to find."

  "Maybe it's an abandoned one," said Geo, "and we can find out something useful from it."

  Something large and dark suddenly flapped through a far shaft of sun. They stepped back. After a moment of silence, Geo handed his jewel to Snake. "Make some light in here," he said.

  The blue green glow flowed from the up-raised jewel in Snake's hand. As the light flared, and flared brighter, they saw that the flapping had come from a medium-sized bird that was perched harmlessly on an arch that ran between two columns. It ducked its head at them, cawed harshly, and then flapped from its perch and out one of the apertures in the ceiling, the sound of its wings still thrumming in echo seconds after it was gone.

  There were doors between the columns, and one far wall had not withstood time's sledge. A gaping rent was nearly blocked with vines except for a dim, green-tinted shimmer that broke in here and there through the uneven foliage.

  Behind a twisted metal rail and raised on steps of stone, the ruins of a huge statue sat. Carved from black rock, it represented a man seated cross-legged on a dais. An arm and shoulder had broken off and lay in pieces on the altar steps. The hand, its fingers as thick as Urson's thigh, lay just behind the altar rail. The head was completely missing. Both the hand still on the statue and the one in front of them on the steps looked as though they had once held something, but whatever it was had been removed.

  Iimmi was moving along the rail to where a set of stone boxes were placed like foot stones along the side of the altar. "Here, Snake," he called. "Bring a light over here." Snake obeyed, and with Geo's and Urson's help, he loosened one of the lids.

  "What's in there?" Urson asked.

  "Books," said Iimmi, lifting out one dusty volume. Geo peered over his shoulder while the dark fingers turned the pages. "Old rituals," Iimmi said. "Look here," and he pointed to one of them. "You can still read them."

  "Let me see," Geo said. "You know I studied with Eadnu at the University of Olcse Olwnh."

  Iimmi looked up and laughed. "I thought some of your ideas sounded familiar. I was a pupil of Welis."

  "You were at Olcse Olwnh too?" Geo asked.

  "Um-hm," said Iimmi turning the pages. "I signed aboard this ship as a summer job. If I'd known where we'd end up, I don't think I'd have gone, though."

  Stomach pangs were forgotten.

  "These rituals are not at all like those of the Goddess," Iimmi observed.

  "Apparently not," agreed Geo. "Wait!" Iimmi had been turning pages at random. "Look there!" Geo pointed.

  "What is it?" Iimmi asked.

  "The lines," Geo said. "The ones Argo recited." He read out loud:

  "Forked in the heart of the dark oak the circlet of his sash rimmed where the eye of Hama broke with fire, smoke, and ash.

  Freeze the drop in the hand and break the earth with singing. Hail the height of a man and also the height of a woman.

  The eyes have imprisoned a vision. The ash tree dribbles with blood. Thrust from the gates of the prison smear the yew tree with mud."

  "It's the other version of the poem I found in the pre-purge rituals of Argo. I wonder if there were any more poems in the old rituals of Leptar that parallel those of Aptor and Hama?"

  "Probably," Iimmi said. "Especially if the first invasion from Aptor took place just before, and probably caused, the purges."

  "What about food?" Urson suddenly asked from where he now sat on the altar steps. "You two scholars have the rest of time to argue. But we may starve before you can enjoy the leisure."

  "He's right," said Iimmi. "Besides, we have to get going."

  "Would you two consider it an imposition to set your minds to procuring us some food?" Urson asked.

  "Wait a minute," Iimmi said. "Here's a section on the burial of the dead. Yes, I thought so." He read out loud now:

  "Sink the bright dead with misgiving from the half-light of the living …"

  "What does that mean?" asked Urson.

  "It means that the dead are buried with all the accoutrements of the living. That means that they put food in the graves."

  "Over here," cried Iimmi. With Snake following, they came to the row of sealed doors behind the columns along the wall. Iimmi looked at the inscription. "Tombs," he reported. He turned the handles, a double set of rings, which he twisted in opposite directions. "In an old, uncared-for temple like this, the lock mechanisms must have rusted by now if they're at all like the ancient tombs of Leptar."

  "Have you studied the ancient tombs?" asked Geo excitedly. "Professor Eadnu always considered them a waste of time."

  "That's all Welis ever talked about," laughed Iimmi. "Here, Urson, you set your back to this a moment."

  Grumbling, Urson came forward, took the rings, and twisted. One snapped off in his hand. The other gave, with a crumbling sound inside the door.

  "I think that does it," Iimmi said.

  They all helped pull now, and suddenly the door gave an inch, and then, on the next tug, swung free.

  Snake proceeded them into the tiny stone cell.

  On a rock table, lying on its side, was a bald, shriveled, sexless body. Around the floor were a few sealed jars, heaps of parchment, and a few piles of ornaments.

  Iimmi moved among the jars. "This one has grain," he said. "Give me a hand." Geo helped him lug the big pottery vessel to the door.

  Suddenly a thin shriek scarred the dusty air, and both boys stumbled. The jar hit the ground, split, and grain heaped over the floor. The shriek came again.

  Geo saw, there on the edge of the broken wall across the temple from them five of the ape-like figures crouched before the thickly shingled leaves, just visible in the uneven light. One leapt from the wall now and ran wailing across the littered temple floor, straight for the door of the tomb. Two others followed, and then two others. More had mounted the broken ridge of stone.

  Only a greenish rectangle of light fell through the tomb's door as the loping forms burst into the room, one, and then its two companions. Claws and teeth closed on the shriveled skin. The body rolled beneath the ripping hands and mouths, for one arm swept into the air above their lowered heads and humped backs. It fell on the edge of the rock table, broke at the mid-forearm, and the skeletal hand fell to the floor, shattering like china, into a dozen pieces.

  They backed to the temple door. Then they turned and ran down the temple steps. The sunlight on the broad rocks touched them; they became still, breathed deeply. They walked quietly. Hunger returned slowly after that, and occasionally one would look aside into the faces of the others in attempt to identify the horror that still pulsed behind their eyes.

  Chapter VII

  It was Urson who first pointed it out. "Look at the far bank," he said.

  Across from them, they could make out an obviously man-made stone embankment.

  A few hundred feet further on, Iimmi sighted the spires above the trees, still across the river from them. They could figure nothing for an explanation, till suddenly the trees ceased on the opposite bank and the buildings and towers of a great city broke the sky. Elevated highways looped tower after tower, many of them broken, their ends dangling colossaly to the streets. The docks of the city just across from them were completely deserted.

  It was Geo who suggested, "Perhaps Hama
's temple is in there. After all, Argo's largest temple is in Leptar's biggest city."

  "And what city in Leptar is that big?" breathed Urson, awfully.

  "How do we get across?" asked Iimmi.

  But Snake had already started down to the water.

  "I guess we follow him," said Geo, climbing down over the rocks.

  Snake dove into the water. Iimmi, Geo, and Urson followed. Before he had taken two strokes, Geo felt familiar hands suddenly grasp his body from below. This time he did not fight, and there was a sudden sense of speed, of sinking through consciousness.

  Then he was bobbing up through chill water with the rising embankment of stones to one side and the broad river to the other. He switched from skulling into a crawl now, wondering how to scale the stones when he saw the rusted metal ladder leading into the water. He caught hold of the sides and pulled himself up.

  Snake came up now, and then Urson. And, at last Iimmi joined them on the broad ridge of concrete that walled the flowing river. Together now on the wharf, they turned to the city.

  Near them, piles of debris lay between two taller buildings. After a few minutes' walk the building walls had reached canyon size. "Now, how are you going to go about looking for the temple?" Urson asked.

  "Maybe we can take a look from the top of one of these buildings," Geo suggested.

  They turned toward a random building. A slab of metal had torn away from the wall, and stepping through, they found themselves in a huge hollow room. Dim light came from a number of white tubes set around the wall. Only a quarter of them were lit, and one was flickering. Hung from the center of the room was a metal sign which read:

  NEW EDISON ELECTRIC COMPANY

  and beneath it, in smaller letters:

  "Light Down The Ages"

  One of the huge cylinders, across the floor, was buzzing.

  As they mounted a spiral staircase to the next floor the great room turned about them, sinking. At last they stepped up into a dark corridor. A red light glowed at the end which said: EXIT.

  Doors outlined themselves along the hall in a red haze. Geo moved to one at random and opened it. Natural light fell in on them as the others came to see. They entered a room whose outer wall was torn away. The floor broke off irregularly over thrusting girders.

  "What could have happened to it?" Urson asked.

  "See," Iimmi explained. "That roadway must have crashed into the wall and knocked it away."

  A twenty-foot ribbon of road veered into the room at an insane angle. The railing was twisted, but there were the stalks of street lights still intact along the edges.

  "Do you think we could climb that?" asked Geo. "It doesn't look too steep."

  "For what?" Urson wanted to know.

  "To get some place high enough to see if there's anything that looks like a temple."

  "Oh," said Urson in a reconciled voice.

  In general the walk was in good shape. Occasional sections of railing had twisted away, but the road itself mounted surely between the sheering faces of the buildings on either side of them through advancing sunset.

  It branched before them and they went left. It branched again and again they avoided the right-handed road. A sign, half the length of a three masted ship, hung lopsidedly above them on a building to one side.

  WMTH

  The Hub Of World News, Communication, & Entertainment

  As they rounded the corner of the building, Snake suddenly stopped and put his hand to his head.

  "What is it?" asked Geo.

  Snake took a step backward. Then he pointed to WMTH. It … hurts.

  "What hurts?" asked Iimmi.

  Snake pointed to the building again.

  "Is there someone in there thinking too loud?"

  Thinking … machine, Snake said. Radio …

  "A radio is a thinking machine and there's one in there that's hurting your head?" interpreted Iimmi, tentatively, and with a question mark.

  Snake nodded.

  "How come the one he showed us before didn't hurt him?" Urson wanted to know.

  Iimmi looked up at the imposing housing of WMTH. "Maybe this one's a lot bigger."

  "Look," Geo said to Snake, "you stay here, and if we see anything, we'll come back and report, all right?"

  "Maybe it stops later on," Urson said, "and if he ran forward, he could get out the other side. It may just stop after a hundred feet or so."

  "Why so anxious?" asked Iimmi.

  "The jewels," said Urson. "Who's going to get us out of trouble if we should meet up with anything else?"

  They were silent then. Their shadows faded over the pavement as the yellow tinge in the sky turned blue. "I guess it's up to Snake," Geo said. "Do you think you can make it?"

  Snake paused for a moment, then shook his head.

  "Well," Geo said to the others, "come on then."

  Around them was a sudden click, and lights flickered all along the edges of the road.

  "Come on," Geo said again, and once more they started, passing the lights which wheeled double and triple shadows about them over the road and the opposite railing. When they reached the next turn off that led to a still higher ramp, Geo looked back. Snake's miniature figure sat on the edge of the road's railing, his feet on the lower rung, one pair of arms folded, one pair of elbows on his knees. The light above him.

  "Keep track of the turns," said Geo.

  "I'm keeping," Iimmi assured him.

  "By the time we get to the top of whatever we're trying to get to the top of," rumbled Urson, "we won't be able to see anything. It'll be too dark."

  "Then let's hurry," Geo admonished.

  Sunset stained one side of the towers copper while blue shadows hugged the other. By way of a plastic-domed stairway, they mounted another eighty feet to a broader highway where they could look down on the band of lights which was the one they had just left. They were beginning to clear the roofs of the lower buildings now.

  On this road fewer lights were working. They were just about to enter a dark section when a figure appeared in silhouette at the other end.

  They stopped, but the figure was suddenly gone. A little farther, Geo suddenly halted and said, "There!"

  Two hundred feet ahead of them, what may have been a naked woman rose from the ground, and began to walk backwards until she disappeared into the next dark length of road.

  "Do you think she was running away from us?" Iimmi asked.

  Urson reached out and touched Iimmi's jewel. "I wish we have some more light around here."

  "Yeah," Iimmi agreed. They continued.

  The skeleton lay at the twilight edge of the next stretch of functioning lights. The rib cage marked sharp lines on the pavement with shadow from the lamps' glare.

  "Do we turn back now?" Urson asked.

  "A skeleton can't hurt you," Iimmi said.

  "But what about the live one we saw?" countered Urson.

  "… and here she comes now," Geo whispered in a cynical stage voice.

  In fact two figures approached them through the shadow. As Urson, Geo and Iimmi moved closer, one stopped, and then the other a few steps before the first. Then they dropped. Geo couldn't tell if they fell, or lay down quickly on the roadway. But they seemed to have disappeared.

  "Go on?" asked Urson.

  "Go on," said Geo.

  Pause. "Go on," from Geo.

  Two more skeletons lay on the road where the figures had disappeared a minute before. "They don't seem dangerous," Geo said. "But what do they do? Die every time they see us?"

  "Hey," Iimmi said. "What's that? Listen."

  It was a sickly liquid sound, like mud dropping into itself. Something was falling from the sky. No, not the sky, but from the roadway that crossed fifty feet above them. Looking down again, they saw that a blob of something was growing on the pavement ten feet from them.

  "Come on," Geo said, and they skirted the mess dripping from above them, and continued up the road, passing four more skeletons. The sound behi
nd them turned into a wet sloshing. Turning, they saw it emerge into the light—shapeless and jelly-green under the white flare. Impaling its membrane on the skeletons, the mass flowed around them, faster, covering them, molding to them. There was a final surge, a shrinking, and its shapelessness contracted into limbs, a head, feet. The naked man-thing pushed itself to its knees and then stood straight, the flesh by now opaque. Eye sockets caved into the face. A mouth ripped apart on the skull, and the chest began to move with a wet steamy sound in irregular gasps.

  It began to walk toward them, raising its hands from its sides. Then, behind it in the darkness, they saw more coming.

  "Damn," said Urson. "What do they…?"

  "One, or both, of two things," Iimmi answered, backing away. "More meat, or more bones."

  "Whoops," Geo said. "Look back there!"

  They whirled and saw seven more figures standing quietly behind them, while the ones in front advanced.

  A covered flight of stairs had its entrance nearby, leading to the next level of highway. They ducked into it and fled up the steps. Geo glanced back once; one of the forms had reached the entrance and had started to climb. He was also, he realized, high enough to get some idea of the city, which stretched, beyond the transparent covering of the steps, away in a web of lighted roadways, rising, looping, descending. Two glows caught him: one, beyond the river, a red haze that flickered behind the trees and was reflected on the water itself. The other was within the city itself, orange white, nested among the buildings.

  He turned back up the steps. A gurgling sound neared them as they reached the top entrance. Geo had only gotten half clear of the entrance when he yelled, "Yikes," and then, "Duck!"

  They slipped from the doorway and nearly fell, avoiding a mass of jelly the size of a two-story house which flopped against the entrance. They edged by its pulsing, transparent sides. The lamp light pierced into it a yard, and once a skull swirled toward the surface and then sank again.