Part 24 (2/2)
”The two worlds have been at war for many generations,” Torlos said, then quickly changed the subject. ”You will soon meet the leader of all the forces of Sator. He is all-powerful here. His word must be absolutely obeyed. It would be wise if you did not unnecessarily offend him. I see from what your mind tells me that you have great power, but there are many s.h.i.+ps on Sator, more than Nansal can boast.
”Our commander, Horlan, is a military commander, but since every man is necessarily a soldier, he is a true ruler.”
”I understand,” Arcot thought. He turned to Morey and spoke in English, which Torlos could not understand. ”Morey, we're going to see the top man here. He rules the army, which runs everything. You and I will go, and leave Wade and Fuller behind as a rear guard. It may not be dangerous, but after being chased off one world, we ought to be as careful as possible.
”We'll go fully armed, and we'll stay in radio contact at all times.
Watch yourselves; we don't want them even to touch this s.h.i.+p until we know what kind of people they are.”
They had followed the Satorian s.h.i.+ps toward the city. The giant magnetic ray barrier opened for them, and the _Ancient Mariner_ followed. They were inside the alien city.
XVI
Below the _Ancient Mariner_, the great buildings of the alien city jutted up in the gray light of this gray world; their ma.s.siveness seemed only to accentuate the depressing light.
On the broad roofs, they saw hundreds of people coming out to watch them as they moved across the city. According to Torlos, they were the first friendly strangers they had ever seen. They had explored all the planets of this system without finding friendly life.
The buildings sloped up toward the center of the city, and the ma.s.s of the great central building loomed before them.
The fleet that was leading the Earth s.h.i.+p settled down to a wide courtyard that surrounded the building. Arcot dropped the _Ancient Mariner_ down beside them. The men from Torlos' s.h.i.+p formed into two squads as they came out of the airlocks and marched over to the great s.h.i.+ning s.h.i.+p of Earth. They formed two neat rows, one on each side of the airlock.
”Come on, Morey,” said Arcot. ”We're wanted. Wade, keep the radio going at full amplification; the building may cut out some of the power. I'll try to keep you posted on what's going on, but we'll probably be busy answering questions telepathically.”
Arcot and Morey followed Torlos out into the dim light of the gray sky, walking across the courtyard between the ranks of the soldiers from Torlos' s.h.i.+p.
Before them was a heavy gate of solid bronze which swung on ma.s.sive bronze hinges. The building seemed to be made of a dense, gray stone, much like granite, which was depressing in its perfectly unrelieved front. There were no bright spots of color as there were on all Earthly and Venerian structures. Even the lines were grimly utilitarian; there seemed to be no decoration.
Through the great bronze door they walked, and across a small vestibule.
Then they were in a mighty concourse, a giant hallway that went completely through the structure. All around them great granite pillars rose to support the mighty building above. Square cut, they lent but little grace to the huge room, but the floor and walls were made of a hard, light green stone, almost the same color as foliage.
On one wall there was a giant tablet, a great plaque fifteen feet high, made of a deep violet stone, and inlaid with a series of characters in the language of this world. Like English letters, they seemed to read horizontally, but whether they read from left to right or right to left there was no way of knowing. The letters themselves were made of some red metal which Arcot and Morey didn't recognize.
Arcot turned to Torlos and projected a thought: ”What is that tablet?”
”Ever since the beginning of the war with the other planet, Nansal, the names of our mighty leaders have been inscribed on that plaque in the rarest metal.”
The term ”rarest metal” was definite to Torlos, and Arcot decided to question him further on the meaning of it when time permitted.
They crossed the great hall and came to what was evidently an elevator.
The door slid open, and the two Earthmen followed Torlos and his lieutenant into the cubicle. Torlos pushed a small b.u.t.ton. The door slid shut, and a moment later, Arcot and Morey staggered under the sudden terrific load as the car shot upward under an acceleration of at least three gravities!
It continued just long enough for the Earthmen to get used to it, then it snapped off, and they went flying up toward the ceiling as it continued upward under its own momentum. It slowed under the influence of the planet's gravitation and came to a stop exactly opposite the doorway of a higher floor.
”Wow! Some elevator!” exclaimed Morey as he stepped out, flexing his knees as he tried to readjust himself. ”That's what I call a violent way of getting upstairs! It wasn't designed by a lazy man or a cripple! I prefer to walk, thanks! What I want to know is how the old people get upstairs. Or do they die young from using their elevators?”
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