Part 11 (2/2)

The Patrol produced weapons more sophisticated than any I had ever seen before-an all-purpose laser type which could serve either as a weapon or as a tool. And these were subjected to a very fine adjustment by the electronics officer of the Patrol Scout, so that each would answer only to the finger pressure of the man authorized to carry it. Were it to fall into strange hands it would blow itself apart at the first firing.

Wearing the caps, so armed, and with fresh supplies, we climbed back over the cliffs. Though I could not be aware of any sentries while encapped, we moved with caution, once more a patrol in enemy country. And we spent a long number of moments watching for any sign that the wedge opening of the cat's mouth had been discovered. But the Patrol's persona reader raised no hint that any ambush awaited us there.

I led the way to the opening, once more squirming on my belly into that narrow pa.s.sage. And as I wriggled forward I listened and watched for any alarm.

Though the first time I had made this journey I had had no way of measuring its length, I began now to wonder about that. Surely we must soon come to the barrier I had opened to allow me into the chamber above the place of the bodies. However, as I crawled on and on, I did not see it-though I carried a torch this time. Doubts of my own memory grew in my mind. Had I not been wearing that cap I would have suspected that I was now under some insidious mental influence.

On and on-yet I did not come to the door, the room beyond. The walls appeared to narrow, though I did not have to push against them any more than I had the first time. Yet the feeling of being caught in a trap increased with every body length that I advanced.

Then the torchlight picked out, not the door I had found before, but a series of notches in the walls, as the surface on which I crept slanted upward. This was new, but I had seen no breaks in the original tunnel wall. I was completely lost, but there was nothing to do but keep on. We could not retreat without great difficulty, strung out as we were without room to turn.

Those handholds in the wall allowed me to pull myself along as the incline became much steeper. I still could not understand what had happened. Only one possible explanation presented itself-that I had been under mental compulsion the first first time I invaded this s.p.a.ce. But the reason for such confusion? time I invaded this s.p.a.ce. But the reason for such confusion?

Unless the aliens had devised such a defense to discourage looters. There were warping devices. Such were known; they had been found on Atlas-small there, to be sure, but still working-a device to conceal a pa.s.sage from the eye or other senses. There had been tombs on other worlds which had been protected by all manner of ingenious devices to kill, maim, or seal up forever those who dared to ”explore them without knowledge of their secret safeguards.

And if this was so-what did lie before us now? I could be leading our small party directly into danger. Yet I was not sure enough of my deductions to say so. There was a jerk on one of my boots, nearly strong enough to drag me backward.

”Where,” came a sharp whisper out of the dark, ”is this hall of the sleeping aliens you spoke of?”

A good question, and one for which I had no answer. I might only evade until I knew more.

”Distances are confusing-it must still lie ahead.” I tried to remember if I had described my other journey in detail. If so, they must already know this was different. Now I attempted to speed up my wormlike progress.

The torch showed me an abrupt left turn in the pa.s.sage and I negotiated that with difficulty, only to face just such a barrier as I had found before. With a sigh of relief, I set my fingers in that hole, tugged the small door open. However, as I crawled through, my hopes were dashed. This was not the chamber overlooking the hall of the freeze boxes. Rather I came out in a much wider corridor where a man might walk upright, but without any other doors along it. I swung out and tried once again to relate my present surroundings to what I had seen before.

Certainly if I had been under the spell of some hallucinatory trick the first time, I would not have been led straight to one of their places for freezing their army. That should have been the last place to which they would have wanted to guide any intruder. Perhaps the Patrol caps, instead of protecting, had failed completely-so that this this was the hallucination? was the hallucination?

I had moved away from the entrance. Now, one by one, the others came through to join me. It was Captain Foss and Borton who turned upon me.

”Where are we, Vorlund?” Foss asked.

There was nothing left but the truth. ”I don't know-”

”This hall of boxed aliens, where is it?”

”I don't know.” I had my hand to that tight cap. If I took it off-what would I see? Was touch as much affected as sight? Some hallucinations could be so strong that they enmeshed all the senses. But almost desperately now, I turned to the rock wall, running my finger tips along its surface, hoping touch would tell me that this was only an illusion which I could thereby break.

I was allowed very little time for that inspection. The tight and punis.h.i.+ng grip of Foss's hand brought me around to face the four I had led here.

”What are you doing?”

Could I ever make them believe that I was as much a victim now as they? That I honestly had no idea of what had happened or why?

”This is not the way I came before. It may be an illusion-”

I heard a harsh exclamation from Thanel. ”Impossible! The cap would prevent that!”

Borton cut in on the medic. ”There is a very simple explanation, captain. It would seem that we have been tricked by your man here.” He did not look at me at all now, but rather at Foss, as if he held the captain to account for my actions.

But it was Foss's hand which went swiftly to my belt, disarmed me. And I knew in that moment that all the years of our past comrades.h.i.+p no longer stood witness for me.

”I don't know who who you are now,” Foss said, eyeing me as if he expected to face one of the aliens. ”But when your trap springs shut, I promise you, we shall be ready to attend to you also!” you are now,” Foss said, eyeing me as if he expected to face one of the aliens. ”But when your trap springs shut, I promise you, we shall be ready to attend to you also!”

”Do we go back?” The other Patrolman stood by the tunnel door.

”I think not,” Borton said. ”I have no liking to be bottled up in there if we have to face trouble.”

Foss had put my weapon inside his jacket. Now he made a sudden move behind me, caught my wrists before I was aware of what he planned to do. A moment later I found my hands secured behind my back. Even yet I could not believe that I had been so repudiated by my captain, that a Free Trader could turn on a crew member without allowing him a chance to defend himself.

”Which way?” he said in my ear as he tested my bonds. ”Where are your friends waiting for us, Vorlund? But remember this-we have your Maelen. Serve us ill and you will never see her again. Or was your great concern for her only lip-deep and used as an excuse?”

”I know no more of what has happened than I have told you,” I said, though I had no hope at all that he would believe me now. ”The difference in the pa.s.sages is as big a surprise to me as it is to you. There are old tales of tombs and treasures guarded by clever devices. Such a one could have been set here-perhaps this time defeated by our caps-”

”You expect us to believe that? When you told us that your very first explorations here brought you to a tomb, if tomb that hall was?” Foss's incredulity was plain.

”Why would I lead you into a trap, when I would also be caught in it?” I made a last try.

”Perhaps we have missed connections somewhere with the welcoming party,” was Foss's answer. ”Now -I asked you, Vorlund-which way?”

”I don't know.”

The medic Thanel spoke up then. ”That may be true. He could have been taken over, just as he said those others are. The cap might have broken that.” He shrugged. ”Take your choice of explanations.”

”And choice of paths as well,” Borton said. ”Suppose we head right.”

Borton and the Patrolman took the lead, Foss walked beside me, Thanel brought up the rear. The corridor was just wide enough for two of us to walk abreast. As was true elsewhere, there was breathable air introduced here by some ingenious method of the constructors, though I never sighted any duct by which it could enter. Underfoot there was a thick carpet of dust which showed no disturbed marking-proof, I thought, that this was no traveled way.

The pa.s.sage ended abruptly in a crossway in which were set two doors, both closed. Our torches, shone directly on them, displayed painted patterns there. Each I had seen before, and perhaps I made some sound as I recognized them. Foss spoke to me.

”This-you know it!” He made it an accusation rather than a question.

What was clearly there in bold lines inlaid with strips of metal (not painted as I had first thought) was the narrow cat mask of the cliff. The slanted eyes of the creature were gems which caught fire from our torches. The other door bore the likeness of the crown of another alien-that which resembled a p.r.i.c.k-eared, long-muzzled animal.

”They are the signs of the alien crowns!”

Thanel had gone to the cat door, was running his hand along the portal's outline.

”Locked, I would say. So do we use the laser on it?”

Borton made his own careful inspection. ”Don't want to set off any alarms. What about it, Vorlund? You're the only one who knows this place. How do we open this?” He looked to me as if this was some test of his own devising.

I was about to answer that I knew no more than he, when Foss gave an exclamation. His hands went to the cap on his hand. He was not the only one to receive that jolt of force. Thanel's lips twisted. He spoke slowly, one word at a time, as if he were repeating some message to be relayed to the rest of us.

”The-eyes-”

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