Vol V Part 88 (1/2)
And a ray of red light, vivid and intense, burst from the tube. It flashed across the river of fire. With a dull, thudding burst it struck the rocks where the stone had fallen. It must have been a ray of concentrated heat. Rocks beneath it flashed into sudden incandescence, splintered and cracked, flowed in molten streams.
In a moment the intensely brilliant ruby ray flashed off. The rocks in the circle where it had struck faded to a dull red and then to blackness, still cracking and crumbling.
To my intense relief, the monstrous crab lumbered on.
”That,” Ray whispered, ”is what got Major Meriden's airplane wing.”
When we could hear its sc.r.a.ping progress no longer, we climbed up from behind our boulder and continued cautiously down the cavern, beside the rus.h.i.+ng luminous river. In half a mile we came to a bend. Rounding it, we gazed upon a remarkable sight.
We looked into a huge cavity in the heart of the earth. A vast underground plain lay before us, with the black lava of the roof arching above it. It must have been miles across, though we had no way to measure it, and it stretched down into dim hazy distance. Its level was hundreds of feet below us.
At our feet the glistening river of fire plunged down again in a magnificent flaming fall. Below, its luminous liquid was spread out in rivers and lakes and ca.n.a.ls, over all the vast plain. The channels ran through an amazing jungle. It was a forest of fungus, of mushroom things with great fleshy stalks and spreading circular tops. But they were not the sickly white and yellow of ordinary mushrooms, but were of brilliant colors, bright green, flaming scarlet, gold and purple-blue. Huge brilliant yellow stalks, fringed with crimson and black, lifted mauve tops thirty feet or more. It was a veritable forest of flame-bright fungus.
In the center of this weirdly forested subterranean plain was a great lake, filled, not with the flaming liquid, but with dark crystal water. And on the bottom of that lake, clearly visible from the elevation upon which we stood, was a city!
A city below the water! The buildings were upright cylinders in groups of two or three, of dozens, even of hundreds. For miles, the bottom of the great lake was covered with them. They were all of crystal, azure-blue, brilliant as cylinders turned from immense sapphires. They were vividly visible beneath the transparent water. Not one of them broke the surface.
Through the clear black water we saw moving hundreds, thousands of the giant crabs. The crawled over the hard, pebbled bottom of the lake, or swam between the crystal cylinders of the city. They were huge as the one we had seen, with red sh.e.l.ls, great ominous looking stalked eyes, luminous green tentacular antennae and k.n.o.bbed claws on forelimbs.
”Looks as if we've run on something to write home about,” Ray muttered in amazement.
”A whole city of them! A whole world! No wonder they could build that cone-mountain for a lighting plant!”
”When they got to knocking down airplanes with that heat-ray,” he speculated, ”they were probably surprised to find that other animals had developed intelligence.”
”Do you suppose those mushroom things are good to eat?”
”We can try and see--if the crabs don't get us first with a heat-ray. I'm hungry enough to try anything!”
Again we cautiously advanced. The river of light fell over a sheer precipice, but we found a metal ladder spiked to the rock, with rungs as inconveniently far apart as those in the shaft. It was five hundred feet, I suppose, to the bottom; it took us many minutes to descend.
At last we stepped off in a little rocky clearing. The forest of brilliant mushrooms rose about us, great fleshy stalks of gold and graceful fringes of black and scarlet about them, with flattened heads of purple.
We started eagerly across toward the fungoid forest. I had visions of tearing off great pieces of soft, golden flesh and filling my aching stomach with it.
We were stopped by a sharp, poignantly eager human cry.
A human being, a girl, darted from among the mushroom stalks and ran across to us. Sobbing out great incoherent cries, she dropped at Ray's feet, wrapped her arms about his knees and clung to him, while her slender body was wracked with sobbing cries.
My first impression was that she was very beautiful--and that impression I was never called upon to revise. About her lithe young body she had the merest sc.r.a.p of some curious green fabric--ample in the warm air of the great cavern. Luxuriant brown hair fell loose about her white shoulders. She was not quite twenty years old, I supposed; her body was superbly formed, with the graceful curves and the free, smooth movements of a wild thing.
Ray stood motionless for a moment, thunder-struck as I was, while the sobbing girl clung to his knees. Then the astonishment on his face gave place to pity.
”Poor kid!” he murmured.
He bent, took her tenderly by the shoulder, helped her to her feet.
Her beauty burst upon us like a great light. Smoothly white, her skin was, perfect. Wide blue eyes, now appealing, even piteous, looked from beneath a wealth of golden brown hair. White teeth, straight and even, flashed behind the natural crimson of her lips.
She stood staring at Ray, in a sort of enchantment of wonder. An eager light of incredible joy flamed in her amazing eyes; red lips were parted in an unconscious smile of joy. She looked like the troubled princess in the fairy tale, when the prince of her dreams appeared in the flesh.
”G.o.d, but you're beautiful!” Ray's words slipped out as if he were hardly conscious of them. He flushed quickly, stepped back a little.
The girl's lips opened. She voiced a curious cry. It was deep toned, pealing with a wonderful timbre. A happy burst of sound, like a baby makes. But strong, ringing, musically golden. And pathetically eager, pitifully glad, so that it brought tears to my eyes, cynical old man that I am.
I saw Ray wipe his eyes.
”Can you talk?” Ray put the question in a clear, deliberate voice, with great kindness ringing in it.
”Talk?” The chiming, golden voice was slow, uncertain. ”Talk? Yes. I talked--with mother. But for long--I have had no need to talk.”
”Where is your mother?” Ray's voice was gentle.
”She is gone. She was here when I was little.” The clear, silvery voice was more certain now. ”Once, when I was almost as big as she--she was still. She was cold. She did not move when I called her. The Things took her away. She was dead. She told me that sometime she would be dead.”
Bright tears came in the wide blue eyes, trickled down over the perfect face. A pathetic catch was in the deliberate, halting voice. I turned away, and Ray put a handkerchief to his face.
”What is your name? Who are you?” Ray spoke kindly.
”I am Mildred. Mildred Meriden.”
”Meriden!” Ray turned to me. ”I bet this is a daughter of the major and his wife!”
”Father was the major,” the girl said slowly. ”He and mother came in a machine that flew, from a far land. The Things burned the machine with the red fire. They came here and the Things kept them. They made mother sing over the water. They killed father. I never saw him.”
”I know,” Ray, said gently. ”We came from the same land. We saw your father's machine above.”
”You came from outside! And you are going back? Oh, take me with you! Take me!” Piteous pleading was in her voice. ”It is so--lonely since the Things took Mother away. Mother told me that sometime men would come, and take me away to see the people and the outside that she told me of. Oh, please take me!”
”Don't worry! You go along whenever we leave--if we can get out.”
”Oh, I am so glad! You are very good!”
Impulsively, she threw her arms around Ray's neck. Gently, he disengaged himself, flus.h.i.+ng a little. I noticed, however, that he did not seem particularly displeased.
”But can we get out?”
”Mother and I tried. We could never get out. The Things watch. They make me come to the water to sing, when the great bell rings.”
”Are these things goods to eat?” I motioned to the brilliant fungal forest. I had begun to fear that Ray would never get to this very important topic.
Blue eyes regarded me. ”Eat? Oh, you are hungry! Come! I have food.”