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-<div class="titlepage">
-
-<h1>THE STAR-MASTER</h1>
-
-<h2>By RAY CUMMINGS</h2>
-
-<p>Docile, decadent Venus was easy<br />
-pickings for that twenty-first century<br />
-Hitler's dream of cosmic empire.</p>
-
-<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br />
-Planet Stories Summer 1942.<br />
-Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br />
-the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>My name is Arthur Frane. You who read this story now, of course
-are familiar with momentous events into which I was unexpectedly
-plunged&mdash;momentous for all mankind.</p>
-
-<p>I write this narrative now to add the true details to what you have
-all read and heard blared by the newscasters around the world. I have
-been extolled as a hero although I did nothing except try to keep from
-getting killed.</p>
-
-<p>I was twenty-six years old last summer, in June of 2003, when fate
-so strangely brought Venta and me together. My family is wealthy, as
-you have heard. Do not envy me for that. An income of ten thousand
-decimars, however nice it may seem in theory, is in reality no
-advantage to a young man of twenty-six. I am a big blond fellow whom
-the newscasters have been pleased to call Viking-like and handsome as a
-god. I'm much obliged. But whatever truth there is in it, that too has
-been a disadvantage.</p>
-
-<p>The weird events began in July, last summer, when with Jim Gregg I
-went hunting in that Adirondac forest. Jim and I were in Government
-College together. I left to spend my income and become a dawdler&mdash;the
-disadvantage of money; and Jim joined the Crime Prevention Bureau of
-the New York Shadow Squad. We got a one-day hunting permit. Jim took
-his official crime-tracker equipment, with an extra flash-gun for me;
-we flew to the Adirondac mountain slope which our permit named and
-hopefully set out on foot to try our luck.</p>
-
-<p>But we had no luck. A few birds, which even the minimum pencil-ray
-flash had all but burned to a crisp, were all we had bagged. Evening
-came, with twilight settling so that the forest glades were deepening
-into purple. And then suddenly it seemed that we heard a rustling in
-the underbrush&mdash;a rustling which ought to be a deer.</p>
-
-<p>We crouched in a thicket, waiting. The sound stopped. "Let's try the
-listener," I whispered.</p>
-
-<p>Jim got out his little eavesdropping gadget. But he had no time to
-connect it. The rustling began again. It was obviously up a short slope
-no more than a hundred feet from us&mdash;some wild animal which seemed now
-to be retreating.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll take a chance," I muttered. "If that's a deer, we'll lose it if I
-can't drill it now."</p>
-
-<p>We knew it could not be a human, since our permit for today barred
-anyone else from the twenty square miles of Government preserve
-allotted to us. I fired at the sound, with my violet pencil-flash
-eating through the underbrush at the top of the slope.</p>
-
-<p>There was a startled, weird outcry; and from the summit of the little
-rise a shape broke cover. A girl! She came bursting from a thicket no
-more than three feet to the side of the swath my flash had burned, and
-for a second or two she stood poised on a rock with the open evening
-sky a background above and behind her. A slim shape of bare legs and
-arms with a brief drape from shoulders to her thighs. The starlight and
-fading daylight gleamed on her bronzed skin as though she were a metal
-statue.</p>
-
-<p>"Well&mdash;I say&mdash;" Jim muttered.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Thoughts are instant things. There was in my mind the vague idea that
-here, by some wild circumstances, was a girl in a fancy-dress party
-costume or something of the kind. But the thought, and Jim's muttered
-words of astonishment, were in another second stricken away. She paused
-for that instant on the rock, and then she leaped. Amazing, incredible
-leap! It carried her in a flat arc some ten or fifteen feet above the
-ground and twenty feet away, where light as a faun she landed on the
-toes of her bare feet. Nearer to us now; and seeing us, perhaps for the
-first time, she stood and stared.</p>
-
-<p>I could see the silvery streaks running through the black hair that
-framed her face. It was a queerly beautiful face, apparently devoid of
-normal cosmetic-make-up. Negroid? Oriental? In that second I had the
-thought that it was neither&mdash;nor anything else that I could name. A
-girl with a mysterious wild beauty which stirred my pulses.</p>
-
-<p>"Well&mdash;good Lord&mdash;" Jim muttered again. He too was staring, with a
-hand in his shock of bristling red hair, and I can imagine the look of
-numbed astonishment on his freckled, pug-nosed face. "Good Lord, how
-did she jump like that?"</p>
-
-<p>I heard myself stammering, "You&mdash;up there&mdash;what in the devil&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>Like a terrified fugitive the girl abruptly swept a look behind her;
-and then she leaped again, and landed almost beside us.</p>
-
-<p>"You&mdash;you&mdash;Oh you mus' help me! There was a flash that tried to kill
-me&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>English! With weird, indescribable intonation, she gasped the English
-words.</p>
-
-<p>"I&mdash;shot at you," I stammered. "Sorry&mdash;we thought you were an animal.
-No human is allowed here today but us."</p>
-
-<p>Somehow it seemed futile, incongruous that I should try to explain
-anything rational to a girl so weird as this.</p>
-
-<p>But she smiled. "Oh&mdash;I thought&mdash;I thought&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Someone is after you?" Jim said quickly.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes. I thought&mdash;but I guess not now. Oh you are good Earthmen&mdash;not
-like Curtmann. I escaped, and I have come long long a way from my poor
-terrified people."</p>
-
-<p>I saw Jim glance at me significantly. We both had the same thought, of
-course. A girl demented; with painted skin and fancy dress&mdash;trappings
-of insanity; and she had escaped from some asylum?</p>
-
-<p>But those leaps were far beyond the power of any trained athlete!</p>
-
-<p>"What's your name?" I murmured.</p>
-
-<p>"Venta. I was a prisoner&mdash;and now I have to tell someone of importance
-here on Earth. I did escape when I was brought here by Curtmann." She
-babbled it out, breathless, terrified. "I did not know what to do, he
-is so bad to my people&mdash;to the Midge&mdash;to all of us. And I&mdash;I do not
-love him. I am afraid of him. In Shan he rules&mdash;and my family now are
-all in the great Forest City. And Curtmann will capture that too."</p>
-
-<p>Blankly Jim and I exchanged glances. And suddenly with a muttered oath,
-Jim gasped,</p>
-
-<p>"My God, Art! Look at that&mdash;thing! There&mdash;behind you!"</p>
-
-<p>I whirled. But whatever he had seen, or thought he saw, was gone.</p>
-
-<p>"Behind me? What?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why&mdash;why&mdash;" Jim could only gasp. The girl was staring at us blankly.
-Jim was stupified into incoherency. "Why&mdash;why&mdash;a little thing&mdash;it
-ran&mdash;" And then he raised his left wrist with another muttered gasp.</p>
-
-<p>"What in the devil?" I demanded. "Are you crazy too?"</p>
-
-<p>"Electro-eavesdropper on us! Look&mdash;" An eavesdropper detector was on
-his wrist, connected with his watch. Part of his S.S. equipment and he
-always wore it. The underplate was glowing now, its warmth against his
-flesh attracting his attention.</p>
-
-<p>An eavesdropper being used against us! I knew it was illegal for anyone
-but a Federal Man to have one; but criminals had them, and most of the
-other S.S. devices and weapons, of course. Some criminal was near here,
-listening to us now!</p>
-
-<p>"Someone not far away!" Jim gasped. "Look at that dial!"</p>
-
-<p>His little detector-needle was swaying violently, in the range of one
-to two hundred feet. Then it swung back to normal as the ray evidently
-was shut off.</p>
-
-<p>I snatched out my flash-gun. Jim and I crouched with the numbed,
-terrified girl between us.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh&mdash;" she muttered. "They have come, and they will kill us."</p>
-
-<p>"There it is again!" Jim's hand gripped my arm. "My God&mdash;that little
-thing!"</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>The purple shadows of night were deepening in the forest now. But in
-the gloom I saw it. On the bole of a tree no more than six or eight
-feet from us a tiny figure stood peering at us. The glistening,
-brown-bronze figure of a man; a broad-shouldered, stocky little
-figure no more than a foot high! I had an instant glimpse of a
-powerfully-muscled body, a tiny hairless round head, then the creature
-leaped to the ground, recovered its balance and ran. In another second
-it was lost in the gloom.</p>
-
-<p>The girl too, had seen it. "A Midge! Here? Why&mdash;then Curtmann's men are
-here, too!"</p>
-
-<p>She stopped abruptly. From the leafy darkness something hurtled into a
-tree beside us. There was the faint tinkling of fragile glass, then a
-sickening sweet smell assailed us, and sticky liquid splattered on us.</p>
-
-<p>"Anesthesia-bomb!" Jim gasped. "Get away from here&mdash;grab the girl!"</p>
-
-<p>My head was reeling, with senses fading so that the dim scene was
-blurring around me. Jim and I dragged the girl through the thickets.
-Then came a shot at us, the sizzling flash just missing us, shriveling
-the foliage over our heads. Jim's shot answered it. I saw a skulking
-figure by a nearby tree, and fired quickly. My shot caught him full; he
-went down.</p>
-
-<p>In front of me, Jim had dropped prone into the brush. His voice warned:
-"They're here. Get down."</p>
-
-<p>We had no chance to fight them off. I drilled a shape that appeared in
-front of me; but another pounced on my shoulders as I crouched. Blurred
-by the drug, I squirmed, reached up and grabbed him by the throat. But
-another man was on us. Jim's shot sounded again; and then as I fought,
-I saw several dark shapes leaping on him. His panting oaths mingled
-with the girl's scream.</p>
-
-<p>In the melee glass hit my face, breaking with the sticky drug oozing
-out on me. A man's fist followed it, with a crack that made my head
-burst into roaring light before I drifted off into an abyss of
-nothingness....</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p class="ph1">II</p>
-
-<p>I came to with the sound of distant throbbing in my ears. It seemed
-that I was lying on a metal grid-floor; and as I stirred, a familiar
-voice sounded.</p>
-
-<p>"Thank the Lord, you're coming out of it at last."</p>
-
-<p>It was Jim, here on the floor with me, bending anxiously over me in a
-luminous darkness. His pug-nosed face grinned down at me.</p>
-
-<p>"I sure thought you might never come back, Art. You been a day,
-sleeping off that damned drug."</p>
-
-<p>Dizzily I tried to sit up as he held me. "What&mdash;what happened? Where
-the devil are we?" Then I remembered the fight. "Venta&mdash;" I murmured.</p>
-
-<p>"She's all right. I've seen her, and talked with her."</p>
-
-<p>I could see that Jim and I were alone in a small, triangular metal
-apartment. A closed door was to one side. And to the other, there was
-a round bull's-eye window. It was black out there, with bright white
-points of stars. The thrumming was a faint distant electronic throb,
-off in this strange interior.</p>
-
-<p>I could feel my strength rapidly coming back. I sat up, shoving Jim
-away. "I'm all right now. Where are we?"</p>
-
-<p>He grinned wryly. "Hold your breath for a shock. We're out in Space,
-plenty far. I guess, by now, we're on our way to Venus!"</p>
-
-<p>Out in Space! How often, like everyone else in our modern world of
-science, I had envisaged it, and wondered why it had never been made
-possible.</p>
-
-<p>"On the way to Venus?"</p>
-
-<p>"So they tell me, an' Lord knows I wouldn't doubt it. If you don't
-believe me, come take a look."</p>
-
-<p>With his arm around me, I staggered dizzily to the bull's-eye porte. It
-was an amazing scene! The Heavens everywhere were a black vault, strewn
-with myriad white gems of the blazing worlds. Filling one whole side,
-the familiar Earth hung motionless. It was mottled with clouds, beneath
-which the configurations of the oceans and continents were plainly
-visible.</p>
-
-<p>I stared, awed, wordless; and then, still weak and dizzy with the cold
-sweat of the drug chilling me, I was glad enough to sit down on the
-couch, with Jim beside me.</p>
-
-<p>"Who's got us?" I asked presently.</p>
-
-<p>"A fellow named Curtmann and his band. A dozen or more of them here
-on board. I've talked with one of them&mdash;they're all Earthmen&mdash;this
-ship was built on Earth. Would you believe it? A damned scientist from
-mid-Europe built it secretly. He never told the world about it, but
-gathered a bunch of crooks and beat it off."</p>
-
-<p>"Not so fast," I murmured. "Don't get incoherent."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>I tried to sort it out as he breathlessly told me what he had
-learned. Some eight or ten years ago, among the captive people of
-mid-Europe under police domination of the Anglo-American Federation,
-a fellow named Karl Curtmann had built this hundred foot cylindrical
-space-flyer. The same old urge for world conquest. But this fellow
-Curtmann had known that on Earth he had no chance. This was not
-1915, nor 1939. And so he had gathered others like himself; all
-English-speaking, since their racial language had been banned by the
-Federation before they were born, and with his ship and his men, they
-had adventured into Space.</p>
-
-<p>"Seems they landed on Venus," Jim was saying. "It was a fertile field
-for a world-conqueror, by what I hear! Peaceful, simple people, with
-these Earth cutthroats jumping on them. They used a bunch of our
-Shadow Squad weapons, which was enough and plenty."</p>
-
-<p>Once established there as a conqueror, Curtmann had gone back to Earth
-on several trips, for supplies and more weapons and men.</p>
-
-<p>"I guess there are several hundred of 'em on Venus now," Jim went
-on. "Built themselves a little city, and made slaves out of the
-Venus-people. You can imagine what this style Earthman would do when
-he's a conqueror with nothing to challenge him! And the Venus-people
-are on the down-grade. Dying out, except for the Midges."</p>
-
-<p>"Midges?"</p>
-
-<p>"They're the little people of Venus. They serve. They believe that all
-Earth men are gods, or something." Jim shrugged. "Don't ask me. We'll
-find out soon enough."</p>
-
-<p>The Midge! I remembered that little bronze man-figure which had peered
-at us.</p>
-
-<p>"And Venta?" I prompted.</p>
-
-<p>"Her father&mdash;No, I guess it's her grandfather&mdash;he's a leader on Venus.
-Religious leader, or something. He and some others have escaped to a
-Forest City. Curtmann had Venta. Venta says he's just trying to make
-her love him&mdash;make her see how wonderful he is. Curtmann, the Man of
-Destiny&mdash;I can't wait to meet him!"</p>
-
-<p>He had taken Venta on one of his forays to Earth, and she had escaped
-from him. "An' they got us along with her," Jim finished wryly. "Damned
-lucky we didn't get killed. We will yet, most probably."</p>
-
-<p>A little rasp here in the darkness made us turn. A doorslide had
-opened; a man's heavy-featured face scowled in at us.</p>
-
-<p>"At last you have recovered," he said to me. His voice was the heavy,
-guttural timber of a mid-European. He was a villainous-looking fellow,
-his slack-jowled face bluish with a week's growth of beard.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," I said. "Fortunately for me. Are you Curtmann?"</p>
-
-<p>"He's Frantz," Jim put in. "He's been feeding me."</p>
-
-<p>"Tell your master I want to see him," I said. "And take me to the girl,
-Venta."</p>
-
-<p>The fellow leered. "You talk like you own the ship," he commented.</p>
-
-<p>The doorslide closed. His footsteps retreated, but presently they came
-back. He opened the door. "The Great-Master says, bring you," he said
-with an ironic grin. "Come on. You can both come."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Silently we followed him down a narrow metal corridor.</p>
-
-<p>"This way&mdash;" I saw our captor now as a bulky six-foot fellow clad
-incongruously in a crudely plaited robe of dried vegetable fibre,
-draped upon him like a Roman toga. He stood aside at an oval doorway;
-and Jim and I went into a small triangular room. Starlight filtered
-into it from a side bull's-eye.</p>
-
-<p>Clad still in her brief garment, Venta sat on a square pad on the
-floor. As we entered she flung me a look, and then stared straight
-ahead.</p>
-
-<p>"So? This is the fellow who thought he would steal my little Venta?
-Come in, Frane. Stand over there; I want to look you over."</p>
-
-<p>Karl Curtmann. He was seated in a small, straight-backed armchair. He
-was a smallish, slim fellow, not over forty perhaps. A vivid blue toga
-encased him; sandals were on his feet. At our entrance he raised one of
-his bare ornamented arms with a gesture.</p>
-
-<p>The costume was queerly incongruous to a modern Earthman; but upon
-Curtmann there was an immense dignity, a sense of the consciousness
-of his own greatness. More than mere conceit, it seemed to radiate
-from him. On his heavy, square-jawed face there was a look of amused
-contempt as he regarded me.</p>
-
-<p>"My little Venta has asked me not to kill you," he added. His voice was
-soft and suave. English was his native language, taught him exclusively
-by Government decree. But the inherited timbre was guttural. "That is
-fortunate, is it not?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," I agreed. "Very. I thank her."</p>
-
-<p>His eyes twinkled; his immaculate hands with jeweled fingers, brushed
-his crisp blond hair. "You can also thank me. I am permitting you to
-join our life. You know now, of course, that I am Master of Venus? It
-is their good fortune. Always I shall protect them from any harm, and
-teach them the life that is good for them."</p>
-
-<p>He was utterly sincere. His eyes were gleaming with his fervour. Man of
-Destiny. He believed it with the faith of a child. And now his gaze
-went to Venta.</p>
-
-<p>"Her people&mdash;" He was still talking to me, though he stared at her.
-"Some of them still are misguided. Old Prytan, her grandfather, is a
-very wicked old man, Frane. He has fled to the Forest City. He defies
-my rule. I shall have to punish that Forest City."</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly his face contorted; his arm shook as he pounded his fist on
-his chair. "I shall not tolerate it. They are all to die. Nor in the
-city of Shan itself will I have rebellion. I am a man of peace&mdash;there
-shall be no strife. And each year, from Earth, more of my men will come
-to mate with the Venus women. The new race. The new Empire of Curtmann.
-Is it not a wonderful future, Venta? I shall make you Empress."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," she murmured.</p>
-
-<p>"Race of the Gods," he said. "And I&mdash;Karl Curtmann&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>He checked himself. There was a little sound of beating wings here in
-the dim starlit room. I turned as through the door a tiny shape came
-like a fluttering bird through the air. A footlong bronze man-shape.
-One of the Midge! Again my mind leaped back to that little figure in
-the Adirondac forest. It had had wings, though then I had not noticed
-them.</p>
-
-<p>This one came and poised on the arm of Curtmann's chair. "What is it,
-Rahn?" he said.</p>
-
-<p>The Midge's voice was tiny, but clear. "The flight-master has asked
-that you come now to check his calculations of our course." The English
-words, taught to this Midge, were quaintly intoned. The voice was
-gentle, humble.</p>
-
-<p>Curtmann stood up. "All right. I shall go." He waved an arm at the
-burly Frantz who was standing silently to one side. "Our captives can
-remain here, Frantz."</p>
-
-<p>He turned, smiled gently at Venta, and strode from the room.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>As the days passed we were allowed a fair freedom of movement. A
-freedom to plan&mdash;what? I must confess that Jim and I had no conception
-of what we might do in circumstances like these.</p>
-
-<p>Once Venta had whispered to me, "We shall escape from here&mdash;it can be
-done."</p>
-
-<p>Escape from this Curtmann, join Venta's grandfather&mdash;old Prytan&mdash;out
-there in the Venus Forest City.... Certainly it was all that Jim and I
-could hope for. And then came that night when the misty lead-grey ball
-of Venus had grown to a monstrous disc beneath us, with the cone of its
-shadow blotting out the Sun as we dropped down into the heavy Venus
-atmosphere. There came a moment when Venta, Jim and I were alone, and
-from the dim corridor with a little beat of wings, Rhan, the Midge,
-came to join us. He was carrying an oxohydro heat-torch. Amazing little
-man-shape. The alumite torch was as big as himself, and heavier. His
-diaphanous, dragonfly wings struggled with it. Like a giant flying ant,
-with an ant's monstrous strength in proportion to its size. Panting, he
-fluttered heavily and laid it at my feet.</p>
-
-<p>"You, the Great God," he said. "I serve you. Here it is."</p>
-
-<p>He stood now by the torch he had brought. The muscles on his broad
-chest heaved under the sleek bronzed skin with his panting breath.</p>
-
-<p>"For you," he added. "No one saw me. I got it for you. I did well,
-Seyla Venta?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh yes. Thank you, Rhan." Venta was trembling now with excitement.
-"When we get lower into the atmosphere, we'll go to one of the
-pressure-portes at the bottom of the hull. There are space suits there,
-if we can get to them."</p>
-
-<p>"Let's close this door," Jim said quickly. "Not so loud, Venta."</p>
-
-<p>We planned it, as the ship settled down through the heavy,
-sullen-looking Venus clouds and then burst out into the lower
-atmosphere with the dark surface of Venus far down beneath us. Rhan
-watched and reported that Curtmann and most of his men were forward by
-the control turret. Then Jim, Venta and I were able to get down through
-one of the dim corridors, down a little catwalk ladder into the lower
-hull. The metal pressure porte door was locked.</p>
-
-<p>I stood at the bottom of the ladder. Above me the voices of Curtmann's
-ruffians were audible. Every moment I expected that we would be missed.</p>
-
-<p>"Hurry it," I murmured.</p>
-
-<p>The porte doorlock melted as Jim held the torch upon it. We slid into
-the porte, closed the door after us. Venta, on the voyage to Earth, had
-been trained by Curtmann in the use of these pressure-suits, and in a
-moment we stood in them, helmeted, with the air bloating the suits so
-that we were shapeless monsters.</p>
-
-<p>I opened the outer doorslide. A little at first, and then wider. In
-the rarified atmosphere of Venus at this fifty mile height, the air of
-the little porte went out with a rush. It blew us out with it. I had a
-sickening sensation of falling into nothingness. Then it seemed that my
-head steadied. I fumbled with a hand upon the anti-gravity mechanisms
-by which the fall could be guided.</p>
-
-<p>Above me the dark finned shape of Curtmann's space ship was drawing
-swiftly upward and away. Head down, with the bloated shapes of Jim
-and Venta beside me, we plummeted like falling meteorites through the
-sub-stratosphere darkness.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p class="ph1">III</p>
-
-<p>"A rainbow storm is coming," old Prytan said. "We shall have to wait
-until it is passed before trying to get to the broken city."</p>
-
-<p>We were in the depths of an orange-blue forest of giant, spindly
-vegetation that rose in fantastic shapes from the soft, porous ground
-five hundred feet or more into the air. Pods and vines hung upon the
-lacery of trees. There were huge vivid flowers, redolent with a perfume
-exotic, cloying in the heavy humid air.</p>
-
-<p>Everything, particularly at first, to me was heavy, oppressive. Venus
-is denser than the Earth, and the gravity is a full third heavier. It
-made walking, to us Earthmen, a panting labor. I felt that I weighed,
-not my normal hundred and eighty pounds, but almost two hundred and
-fifty. For us to run seemed impossible.</p>
-
-<p>I had seen but little of this Forest City. It was a group of perhaps a
-thousand dwellings, all seemingly built of slabs of the porous forest
-trees, with walls and roofs of thatch. The houses nestled between the
-great fantastic trees. Some were like birds' nests in the branches,
-with vine-ladders from the ground leading up to them. The colors of the
-thatch were vivid blue, red and yellow.</p>
-
-<p>It was a fairyland of woodland fantasy, peopled by the humans of this
-scattered, futile Venus-race. I had seen gaping groups of them as
-Venta and I pushed through them, heading for old Prytan's dwelling.
-Men, women and children crowded the flower-lined, crooked little city
-streets. They were all gaudily-dressed in toga-like fabrics made from
-the vivid-colored, dried vegetable fibres. A few of them had fled
-here from Shan where they had picked up a little English from the
-Earth-conquerors. But most of them babbled at me in their own weird
-tongue. They were a gentle people. The lack of struggle, lack of
-accomplishment for generations now, had stamped them with a futility.
-Here in the benign climate of Venus they had grown content with simple
-wants. Love-making, music&mdash;that was enough for them. The Midge attended
-their every want.</p>
-
-<p>Decadence perhaps, but who shall say but what it is to be preferred
-to the bloody upward struggles of our own Earth's history? All that
-too, had been upon Venus. Far ahead of Earth in the life-cycle of its
-humans, there had been great scientific civilizations here. The science
-of war had risen into all its ghastly power and then had destroyed
-itself, with mankind at last coming to realize its tragic futility.
-There were ruins of great cities here, with the silt of centuries upon
-them and the forests growing lush amid their wreckage.</p>
-
-<p>"You two Earthmen are not quite like Curtmann and his fellows," old
-Prytan said to me. His eyes twinkled beneath his shaggy white brows.
-His seamed old face wrinkled with a smile.</p>
-
-<p>"No," I said. "We hope not."</p>
-
-<p>"But your Earth still struggles, with each man wanting more than his
-neighbor."</p>
-
-<p>We were in a room of a huge, crudely-built dwelling of thatch. A
-thousand Midges had woven it in a day. Venta was here; and draped
-on the floor at her feet was the graceful, gaudily-clad figure of a
-young Venusman. His name was Jahnt. He was her cousin, I understood.
-A handsome fellow with longish, bushy dark hair; an oval face with
-pointed chin, hawk nose and eyes with an almost Oriental slant. He
-spoke English as fluently as Venta. I don't know why I took an instant
-dislike to him, save that he always seemed to want to be beside Venta.</p>
-
-<p>A rainbow storm was coming. I could see the premonitory signs of it.
-The room here was lighted with little braziers&mdash;seemingly the caged
-bodies of tiny insects which were luminous as fireflies. Through the
-oval window-openings the night outside was turgidly dark. But wind
-now was pattering the trees, and there were distant flares of weird
-opalescent lightning.</p>
-
-<p>A tenseness was here in this room of old Prytan's home&mdash;and it was
-everywhere about the little city. Like an aura of terror it seemed to
-envelope us. All this day that had passed, Midges by hundreds had been
-flying in from Shan. And now, this evening, the big people themselves
-had begun coming. Fugitives. Terrified people who had escaped from
-Shan; rebellious, wanting to do something to rid Venus of these cruel
-conquerors, coming to Prytan as their leader; helplessly throwing
-themselves upon him, asking him what they should do. Groups of people
-milled in the streets, eyed the coming storm. Rebellion against the
-Earth-conquerors. But it was more than that. Among us all, here in this
-eerie opalescent room there was the feeling of impending disaster.
-Curtmann had returned to Shan. In a rage at the loss of Venta, he had
-learned that the rebellion against him was growing. Would he wait for
-old Prytan to organize some attack? Certainly I doubted it. And my mind
-swept back so that again I seemed to hear his grim words: "I shall have
-to punish that Forest City!"</p>
-
-<p>Was Curtmann planning to strike at us now?</p>
-
-<p>"... but until the storm is over we can do nothing," old Prytan was
-saying.</p>
-
-<p>Even then, what could we do? In somber voices that seemed to echo
-dully through the rustic room and mingled with the weird storm-noises
-outside, we discussed it. One of the great broken cities of by-gone
-days was only some ten miles away. In it there was hidden away a cache
-of ancient weapons of science.</p>
-
-<p>"I have kept them workable," Prytan said grimly. "And my father before
-me also attended them. And before him, his father. But never did we
-really think the horrible time would come when they should be used."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>But whatever we could do, certainly must be done soon. The news from
-Shan every moment was more serious. Upon Curtmann's return, open
-disorder had broken out in the capital city. As punishment, a thousand
-or more of the young Venusmen of the city had been summarily killed by
-the diabolic flash-guns of the Earthmen. "Only our men he kills," young
-Jahnt put in ironically. "Why not? Our women are very beautiful. Like
-you, is it not so, Venta?"</p>
-
-<p>I tensed at the glance with which he swept her. "I shall bring in the
-supper," Venta said. His gaze followed her as she rose and left us.</p>
-
-<p>"I tell you all this about our hidden weapons," Prytan was saying to
-me in his cracked treble voice. "We can trust you, even though you are
-Earthmen?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," I agreed.</p>
-
-<p>"Listen," Jim put in. "These young men you've got here&mdash;well, no
-offense meant&mdash;on Earth we'd call them ladylike." His gaze barely
-touched the gaudy figure of Jahnt and then went back to Prytan. "My
-business, sir, on Earth is to deal with criminals. I'm pretty good in
-a fight. You just give me some of your weapons."</p>
-
-<p>"I trust you," Prytan agreed. "Never, until tonight, has anyone but
-myself known about the weapons. If Curtmann knew it&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"He won't," I said. "We'll get them tonight. We&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>I checked myself. The beat of wings sounded, and a Midge came through
-the window, and landed on Prytan's shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, Meeta," he said, "you come with more bad news?"</p>
-
-<p>A female Midge. It was the first one I had seen except at a distance.
-She was a fairylike little creature&mdash;a ten-inch high miniature
-of Venta. Her flesh was like pink-white satin, glistening in the
-insect-light. Her wings thrummed to balance her as she poised.</p>
-
-<p>"English?" she said in her tiny voice.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," Prytan nodded. "These are good Earthmen."</p>
-
-<p>Her pixie-like, tiny face turned toward me. I saw then, in those tiny
-glowing eyes, the leap of her instinctive adoration for my giant size.
-Here a new God for her to worship and serve.</p>
-
-<p>"English, yes," she agreed. "Master, there have been still more
-killings. They kill our men now for no reason; and those of the women
-who are young and beautiful they have herded together into a harem."</p>
-
-<p>Prytan's old body trembled with anger. "We must stop it. And Meeta,
-have you told the Midge to meet us in the broken city?"</p>
-
-<p>"Master, yes. They will be there when the storm is passed. We cannot
-fly in the wind, and even now it is very strong."</p>
-
-<p>I could hear it, crackling through the giant foliage outside. Then
-there was a monstrous flare of color as though a rainbow had burst
-around us.</p>
-
-<p>"It gets bad," young Jahnt muttered. He went to one of the windows;
-then sauntered to a door-oval and disappeared.</p>
-
-<p>Meeta, I understood now, was one of the leaders of the Midge. It was
-her brother who had aided us to escape from Curtmann's ship. I told her
-about it now as she perched on my hand, with her soft eyes roaming my
-face and her tiny lips parted with eager breath as she listened.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh I am glad of that. Rahn so wants to do what is right in serving
-our Gods. But it is confusing, Gods here on Venus who fight with one
-another&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>Through the window, upon a blast of storm-wind another little figure
-came fluttering. Another female Midge, like Meeta. With beating wings
-she hovered a second and then fell to the floor at our feet.</p>
-
-<p>"Mela!" old Prytan gasped. "What is it?"</p>
-
-<p>The storm had tossed her against a tree. One of her wings was broken;
-blood was on her body. But she had struggled on to us, bringing her
-news.</p>
-
-<p>"What is it?" old Prytan demanded.</p>
-
-<p>"Curtmann comes! He and all his men&mdash;his army, coming now to attack the
-Forest City!"</p>
-
-<p>Curtmann coming to attack us! A dozen little male Midges here on the
-floor of the room heard it and scurried away.</p>
-
-<p>"Curtmann coming?" Prytan gasped. "Why&mdash;why we will not be ready for
-him."</p>
-
-<p>It stunned us. Within a minute, out in the city, the news was spreading
-with cries of the frightened people. A panic was beginning here. That
-would have to be controlled.</p>
-
-<p>"They've left Shan already?" I demanded of the little Midge.</p>
-
-<p>"No. Perhaps not. But they are ready&mdash;the storm may hold them off."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>I was on my feet. Old Prytan was trembling with the palsy of his
-confused terror. By what Jim and I had seen of the young men of the
-Forest City, there was not one who could be counted on to do anything
-constructive in this crisis. If the Venus-people were to have any
-leadership, it would have to be Jim and me.</p>
-
-<p>"Send word that the women and children are to stay in their homes,"
-I said. "There must be no panic. Have the young men come here. Storm
-or no storm we shall have to get to the broken city, and get those
-Venus-weapons."</p>
-
-<p>"How far is it from here to Shan?" Jim put in.</p>
-
-<p>"Twenty Earth-miles perhaps," old Prytan stammered. "If Curtmann and
-his men should start now&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Maybe they won't," I said. "The storm is still going strong."</p>
-
-<p>"Where is Venta?" Prytan stared helplessly about the room. "She said
-she would bring us food. What use of that? We have no time to eat it
-now." He suddenly raised his shaking old voice. "Venta. Venta, where
-are you?"</p>
-
-<p>There was no answer from the nearby interior door-oval through which
-Venta had gone. Just blank, stark silence. Horror struck at me.</p>
-
-<p>Jim and I were on our feet. Jim gasped, "I'll go see." But before he
-could move, we heard a woman's moan, followed again by silence!</p>
-
-<p>Jim broke it with an oath. I tossed little Meeta into the air with a
-flip of my hand as I ran toward the crude kitchen, out there beyond the
-dim door-oval.</p>
-
-<p>Thank God, it was not Venta. On the packed loam of the floor an old
-serving woman lay sprawled. Her throat was a ghastly welter of crimson,
-and near her a Midge lay dead.</p>
-
-<p>The old woman was still alive. She tried faintly to gasp in English as
-I bent over her.</p>
-
-<p>"He&mdash;took her&mdash;Venta&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Who took her?"</p>
-
-<p>"Jahnt&mdash;he&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>The blood choked her. But I had no interest in hearing more. Jahnt!</p>
-
-<p>"Why&mdash;he's got the secret of those weapons now!" Jim gasped. "Get the
-idea, Art?"</p>
-
-<p>The commotion had brought others. They all stood milling, helpless,
-frightened. Jim and I shoved them away.</p>
-
-<p>"He'd probably head for the broken city," Jim said. "It's much closer
-to here."</p>
-
-<p>"That he might do," Prytan agreed. "And where is his Midge&mdash;you
-people&mdash;you have seen little Ort lately?"</p>
-
-<p>"Jahnt could send that Midge flying to Shanga to tell Curtmann about
-the weapons," I suggested.</p>
-
-<p>Old Prytan could only stammer assent to the possibility. And if
-Curtmann and his ruffians got to that cache before we could get there,
-that indeed would be the end of any possibility of overcoming him.</p>
-
-<p>"Where is Meeta?" I demanded. "Meeta knows the location of the broken
-city."</p>
-
-<p>She fluttered from behind me at the sound of my voice. "Master I am
-here. What I can do to serve?"</p>
-
-<p>"We're going after Jahnt," Jim said. "He can't have gotten far."</p>
-
-<p>"But you run so heavily," old Prytan murmured. "My young men here&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>They were all standing looking frightened and confused. Jim swept them
-with a glance and drew me past them. It occurred to me that we might
-use the three spacesuits in which we had escaped from Curtmann. With
-their anti-gravity mechanisms and tiny rocket-streams we could propel
-ourselves over the forest. But we found now that they were gone.</p>
-
-<p>Precious minutes were passing. We would have to go on foot. At the door
-we paused, appalled by the wind and a chromatic burst of glaring light.
-Meeta fluttered in the air beside my head, and as the wind hit her she
-was tossed back.</p>
-
-<p>"You can't fly out into that, Meeta?"</p>
-
-<p>"No, I am afraid it's not possible now. But you can carry me."</p>
-
-<p>She fluttered to my shoulder, crouching with a tiny hand gripping my
-coat collar. With Jim beside me we plunged out into the roaring riot of
-the rainbow storm.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p class="ph1">IV</p>
-
-<p>"Guess we'll have to wait a bit longer," Jim murmured. "But it seems to
-be easing, don't you think?"</p>
-
-<p>In a sheltered recess of the forest we were crouching, forced to wait
-for the weird storm to pass. There had been no possible chance of
-finding the fleeing Jahnt. We could only hope now that he would go on
-to the broken city. The storm seemed to be lessening but still it was
-a roar of wind which cracked through the spindly giant trees, often
-bringing down great segments of branches which it had torn loose.</p>
-
-<p>A lull came at last, and through a ragged, littered forest Jim and I
-pushed our tortuous way. Meeta could fly now. She guided us, and with
-little forays hummed ahead and to the sides, seeking some signs of
-Jahnt and Venta. But there were none.</p>
-
-<p>The storm had been a torture of delay. In my heart now I had no thought
-that we would be able to locate Jahnt and Venta. I could only hope that
-they might be in the broken city. Had Curtmann received news of the
-Venus weapons? My mind was upon Venta, but still I could envisage that
-bloodthirsty band of Earth cutthroats advancing upon the Forest City.</p>
-
-<p>"I say, is it much further?" Jim demanded suddenly of Meeta. "This is
-tough going for us."</p>
-
-<p>"Master, no. It is ahead, just down that slope."</p>
-
-<p>The dim forest glade was descending into a great shallow area of
-deeper shadow. And presently we could see the ruins of tumbled, broken
-buildings lying here, half buried by the rank forest growth. In the
-turgid dimness, with a faint orange luminosity that seemed inherent
-to the great trees, it was an eerie place of colored shadows. Great
-buildings were everywhere around us now, weird of shape and substance,
-some of them still partly erect with the spindly trees growing through
-them.</p>
-
-<p>It was a place of the ghosts of Venus' past.</p>
-
-<p>"It is down in here," Meeta said, pointing.</p>
-
-<p>A littered rocky depression was before us. A ruined amphitheatre, with
-its walls almost gone and the forest like a monstrous clump in its
-middle. We descended into it. The ground in places was rocky. Some
-natural cataclysm must have torn this ground since the original arena
-was built.</p>
-
-<p>Then we saw the cache of weapons. It was half a demolished room in some
-broken structure that now was unrecognizable; an apartment partly open
-at the top, of some two hundred feet diameter. A little light filtered
-down from the lurid greenish-yellow storm-clouds high overhead.</p>
-
-<p>"No one here ahead of us, Jim?" In the darkness, with Meeta perched
-again upon my shoulder, we stood peering and listening. There was only
-silence.</p>
-
-<p>"Where are the weapons?" Jim demanded.</p>
-
-<p>Meeta led us. "There in that little recess, Master. Many old broken
-boxes are filled with them."</p>
-
-<p>We stood before the rock-shelves, numbed with disappointment and
-horror. The crumbling old metal boxes were here. But they were strewn
-about; broken open; empty! The weapons were gone!</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>"Gone!" Jim gasped. "That damned Jahnt!"</p>
-
-<p>Abruptly Meeta cried, "Look! He is over there!"</p>
-
-<p>With his hiding place discovered, Jahnt leaped suddenly erect from the
-shadows of a rocky niche. A knife was in his hand. I was nearest to
-him. I leaped. But I had miscalculated my abnormal heaviness. I hit
-the rocks a few feet short of him, stumbled, almost went down. As my
-arms flailed I saw him over me, his pointed face demoniac with lustful
-triumph, his knife stabbing at my chest.</p>
-
-<p>There was a whirring of wings, and a glistening body went past my head.
-Meeta. The ten inches of her elfin form flapped and struck Jahnt in
-the face. He hit wildly at her with his left hand, went off balance,
-with his knife-thrust going wild; and collided against me so that I
-was able to fling my arms around him. Then my left hand caught his
-wrist, twisted and the knife fell away. We went down, locked together,
-rolling. And suddenly I felt the knife hit my hand. Meeta with swift
-agility had retrieved it and brought it to me. The lithe Jahnt, far
-stronger than he looked, was momentarily on top of me. I seized the
-knife, stabbed upward into his chest; and with a choked cry he went
-limp, fell forward on me.</p>
-
-<p>I scrambled to my feet. Jahnt wasn't quite dead, but obviously dying.
-Jim and I bent over him.</p>
-
-<p>"You got away with the weapons?" Jim muttered. "Or are they still
-around here?"</p>
-
-<p>"Curtmann has them. My little Midge flew to him, and came back with
-some of Curtmann's men. They left just a little while ago. I&mdash;showed
-them how to use the weapons. You will&mdash;be defeated by Curtmann. You
-damned&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>Again little Meeta suddenly called us. "Here! Here is Venta!"</p>
-
-<p>She was lying, bound and gagged, but unharmed in the recess of some
-crags nearby. Jim and I rushed to her.</p>
-
-<p>The three spacesuits were with her. Jim had gone back to the dying
-Jahnt and he called me. Blood was gushing now from Jahnt's mouth; he
-was gasping, but still he was trying ironically to smile.</p>
-
-<p>"I&mdash;did not tell Curtmann's men that I had Venta. Why should I be
-in the battle? I just thought I would stay here with Venta, and if
-Curtmann won, then I would join him."</p>
-
-<p>"Has he started from Shan?" Jim demanded.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh&mdash;yes. He and his men must be half way to the Forest City by now. I
-am sorry now I did not go with them."</p>
-
-<p>I had a sudden thought. "Is he planning to use that spaceship of his?"</p>
-
-<p>Jahnt was choking now with the blood in his throat. Then he gasped,
-"No&mdash;his men said they&mdash;could not handle it&mdash;so close to the
-ground&mdash;such a&mdash;short distance. They are on foot&mdash;in the forest&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>Venta was with us now, bending down over the dying Jahnt. His glazing
-eyes saw her, and he murmured, "You&mdash;if you had loved me&mdash;this would
-not have happened. I'm dying&mdash;you'll all die when&mdash;Curtmann uses those
-weapons against you. I'm&mdash;glad of that&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>His body twitched. Horribly the blood rattled in his throat, choking
-him; and then in another moment he was gone.</p>
-
-<p>"They're half way to the Forest City," Jim muttered. "Good Lord, we've
-got to stop them. But how? How can we do it, Art?"</p>
-
-<p>Venta was standing apart from us, with the tiny Meeta on her shoulder.
-They were murmuring together, and abruptly Meeta flew to me.</p>
-
-<p>"She says it is right and it can be done. We Midges&mdash;serve the Gods,
-and surely now we know the good Gods from the evil."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>An army of the Little People! Jim and I stood blankly listening while
-Venta told us what she and Meeta had been planning. A myriad of Midges
-could be rallied now. And they had human intelligence.... Only a foot
-high, or less. But, especially the females, they could fly with the
-agility of humming birds.</p>
-
-<p>"And we can be armed," Meeta cried. She hummed away, came back in a
-moment. In her tiny hand there was a thorn. It was no more than two
-inches long, but to her it was a sword, stiff and sharp as a needle.</p>
-
-<p>"The poisoned enta-thorn!" Venta exclaimed. "But I did not know that
-any of the enta-shrub was near here."</p>
-
-<p>"I found it," Meeta said proudly. "There is much of it."</p>
-
-<p>"What's that noise?" Jim abruptly demanded.</p>
-
-<p>With my nerves taut, I stood tense. A faint thrumming was audible. We
-had left the cave where the weapons had been hidden, and were out in
-the broken amphitheatre with the ruined ancient buildings like spectres
-around us. Far overhead there was a little starlight, straggling
-faintly down. The thrumming grew louder. A tiny blurred shape came down
-through the darkness.... And then another&mdash;and another.</p>
-
-<p>The Midges were arriving from Shan, expecting to carry the
-Venus-weapons from here to the Forest City. In a moment a dozen were
-here, then a hundred. They came in little groups, males and females,
-keeping separate in the flight. Like huge insects they thrummed around
-us, and then settled and stood awaiting our commands. Then Meeta was
-among them, telling what had happened and explaining that they must
-fight for the lives of the Forest City people.</p>
-
-<p>For a moment there was awed silence; then a tiny blended chorus of
-voices, and little shapes humming away to get the thorns.</p>
-
-<p>Jim gripped me. "By the Lord, it's our only chance! You can see that,
-Art."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes. You and I in the spacesuits, if we can maneuver them. An army in
-the air&mdash;the Midges and you and I to plan their battle&mdash;direct them."</p>
-
-<p>"And I shall be with you," Venta cried.</p>
-
-<p>Vaguely I had thought to leave her here, or send her off to the Forest
-City on foot. She persuaded me at last.</p>
-
-<p>"You talk of planning the battle," she cried. "But almost none of the
-Midges speak your language. I shall give your commands to them."</p>
-
-<p>Once we had decided, a desperate haste was on us. Midges were arriving
-here now from the Forest City. Some of them had seen the oncoming
-columns of Curtmann's men, down in the forest. They were more than half
-way from Shan. Occasionally their Earth-flash weapons would stab into
-the forest ahead of them.</p>
-
-<p>Within ten minutes or so we were ready. I had sent a few of the
-swiftest-flying Midges back to the Forest City to tell Prytan what had
-happened. His young men were to arm themselves as best they could,
-and take position. In a ring around the city, prepared to make a last
-stand, if we should fail. All the Midges now in the Forest City were
-to arm themselves with the poisoned thorns, and come to join us in the
-battle as fast as they could.</p>
-
-<p>Then Venta, Jim and I had donned the spacesuits. No need to inflate
-them now; we only needed the anti-gravity mechanisms, and the
-rocket-streams for balancing and for lateral movement.</p>
-
-<p>We rose presently into the air, up into the starlight with the ruined
-piles of the broken buildings and the forest dropping away beneath
-us. At five hundred feet we poised. In thrumming groups the Midges,
-more than two thousand of them now, circled around us. Then, with Jim,
-Venta and me leading, our bodies in the baggy spacesuits poised almost
-horizontal in the air and the Midges strung out in long thin lines like
-insects behind us, we plunged forward to the battle.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p class="ph1">V</p>
-
-<p>"There they are!" Jim called.</p>
-
-<p>Five hundred feet below us the forest tree-tops were a fantastic matted
-mass of vivid vegetation. And suddenly, down in a glade, the line of
-Curtmann's men was visible. More than I had thought&mdash;there seemed a
-full four hundred of them. In two columns they plodded slowly forward.
-With them was a great wheeled cart, like a clumsy barge. Evidently
-Curtmann had built it in Shan. It toiled forward, with the marching
-men in advance of it and behind it. We could see that it was drawn by
-harnessed lines of Midges&mdash;hundreds of the tiny figures plodding on
-the ground, bending hunched as they pulled the huge creaking vehicle.
-The top of the cart was uncovered and a dozen men were riding in it.
-Groups of them were seated, around a little raised platform on which
-was mounted what seemed a huge projector.</p>
-
-<p>"Keep the Midges high," I called to Venta who was near me. "Wait until
-I give the signal."</p>
-
-<p>Our Midges were circling, wildly excited now that the enemy was in
-sight beneath them. Jim and I had discussed our tactics. In groups
-of about a hundred we would send the Midges plummeting down. Each
-would try to stab one of Curtmann's men and then come up again. The
-enta-poison, Venta had told us, was deadly&mdash;sure death if enough of it
-got into the blood-stream. But it did not act at once; five minutes or
-more was necessary before the victim would feel its lethal effect.</p>
-
-<p>We made a great sweeping half-circle, plunging down as though to attack
-and leveling at above two hundred feet. As we passed over the lines of
-watching men and the cart, two or three bolts stabbed up, fell short.
-Then a man's voice roared orders to withhold the fire.</p>
-
-<p>Curtmann. As we passed at the lower altitude over the cart I saw him
-standing on a raised platform near its front. We swept past, and up
-again.</p>
-
-<p>"We better swoop now," Jim urged. "This is as good a place to attack as
-any we'll ever get."</p>
-
-<p>That was obvious. The lines of men were in an open glade. A few hundred
-feet ahead of them, the forest was dense again. It would be far more
-difficult for our Midges to swoop down and attack amid the enveloping
-lacery of vegetation.</p>
-
-<p>And Curtmann, even though probably he had not as yet the least fear
-of us, already was starting to advance again. The men in front were
-marching on. Orders were being roared at the harnessed Midges. The cart
-went into motion. And the Forest City certainly was no more than a few
-miles ahead. Curtmann's murderous band would be there in an hour or two.</p>
-
-<p>But still I hesitated to give the signal.</p>
-
-<p>Little Meeta hovered before me. "The Master-God will order us down
-now?" she pleaded. "We will serve you well."</p>
-
-<p>My heart was pounding. I nodded, with a lump in my throat that choked
-my voice as I shouted the signal sending so many of them to die.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>A designated quarter of them swooped down. From up at this height,
-Venta, Jim and I hovered, with the rest of the Midges in a gathered
-group around us. All of us staring down.</p>
-
-<p>The cloud of some five hundred Midges swooped, circled, and then
-plummeted. For a second or two the startled Curtmann men merely seemed
-to stare upward. Then the Midges were upon them, fluttering into their
-faces, jabbing at them. The men's arms wildly failed to fend off the
-viciously attacking little bodies.</p>
-
-<p>Some of the Midges were caught, bashed into pulp and hurled away with
-a single flailing blow. Some were caught in huge hands, squeezed to
-death and flung to the ground. The oaths of the startled men came up,
-mingled with the cries of the Midges, then the tiny fluttering shapes
-were rising again. A shot stabbed at them, its crackling bolt stabbing
-through a group of them. It was like a monstrous blow-torch stabbing
-into fluttering moths. It left a trail of wisps of light as their
-bodies were consumed.</p>
-
-<p>The rest of them came up and joined us, panting, flopping.</p>
-
-<p>"Good enough," Jim murmured. "Five minutes more and we'll see what
-really happened."</p>
-
-<p>But I was cold inside. No more than half the Midges had come back. Two
-hundred or more of them gone already. And here in the air, some of
-them, wounded, were bravely struggling not to fall.</p>
-
-<p>The men and the huge cart down in the glade had started forward again.
-Suddenly it was apparent that the harnessed lines of Midges on the
-ground were in revolt. They milled in confusion, struggling to cast off
-the lines that held them. We heard Curtmann roaring threats at them.
-And then he fired a bolt horizontally through them. It cut a ghastly
-swath; a burst of trailing little wisps of fire. Beside me, Venta
-gasped in horror; and Jim murmured,</p>
-
-<p>"Fool! With what's left of those Midges that heavy cart will never move
-again."</p>
-
-<p>The cart had stopped. Curtmann, doubtless regretting his shot of
-exasperation, was roaring more orders. The straggling columns of his
-men came toward the cart, and all of them bunched around it in a solid
-group, out there in the center of the open glade.</p>
-
-<p>"Got them stalled," Jim said grimly. "Much better for us."</p>
-
-<p>If the poison would work. But would it? At three hundred feet we were
-still circling in great humming sweeps while again I withheld my
-signal. Did I dare send the Midges down for a general attack? Every
-shot cut them so horribly into nothingness. Off to the side, in the
-direction of the Forest City, other Midges were appearing now. Little
-groups of them, males and females, humming toward us, joining our
-circling ranks. Reinforcements. In a minute or two it seemed that a new
-thousand were here to swell our weird little army.</p>
-
-<p>"Look!" Jim suddenly cried triumphantly. "The enta-poison!"</p>
-
-<p>Up to now, in these tentative exchanges, Curtmann and his men doubtless
-had contemptuously figured that this engagement was harassing, but
-certainly nothing worse. Some of his men had been stabbed by little
-thorns. What of it? But down there now a new confusion was apparent.
-One of his men on the ground beside the cart suddenly staggered and
-fell. Then another. In the cart a group of them called with startled
-questions. Two of them by the big projector abruptly slumped in their
-seats with their fellows bending anxiously over them.</p>
-
-<p>A moment of startled confusion. A dozen stricken men. And then others.
-What was happening must have dawned on Curtmann. In the starlit dimness
-down there on the cart we saw the blob of his figure leap erect.</p>
-
-<p>And then Curtmann, at last realizing the deadliness of this menace,
-went into action! From the cart there was a little puff, with the
-hissing, popping sound of it coming up to us a few seconds later. A
-small round blob rose toward us, went harmlessly through us and burst
-up in the starlight. An electrolite-flare. It glared with a lurid,
-prismatic splash of color in the sky, illumined brightly the tiny
-flying dots of our Midges.</p>
-
-<p>Just that few seconds and then the great projector hurled its missile
-at us&mdash;a blob coming slowly up in an arc. The blob burst. It seemed as
-though suddenly there was an earthquake in the air-split columns of
-air rushing together with a deafening thunderclap. The air rocked me,
-hurled me sidewise; the brief roar was deafening.</p>
-
-<p>"A thunder-thrower!" Venta gasped as she clung to me.</p>
-
-<p>In the cataclysm of air the cloud of Midges was hurled into chaos,
-their bodies knocked together, whirling end over end, some of them
-dropping with broken wings.</p>
-
-<p>Just a few seconds, and now the blue-white starlit night had been
-transformed into a chaos of glaring light and roaring, clapping sound.
-Flares were bursting everywhere; the cracking thunderclaps came one
-upon the other in a chaos of prismatic horror. Curtmann's hand-flashes
-were stabbing recklessly up through it. One of longer range burned a
-wide swath with the bodies of Midges bursting into a myriad pin-points
-of light.</p>
-
-<p>In the rocking turmoil I heard Jim shouting, "Good God, we can't stay
-up here!"</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Half our Midges already were gone! Everywhere little broken dots were
-drifting or falling down.</p>
-
-<p>"Down!" I shouted. "Venta&mdash;Meeta&mdash;tell them! Everyone down. Don't come
-back up&mdash;everyone for himself, now!"</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
- <img src="images/illus.jpg" width="582" height="500" alt=""/>
- <div class="caption">
- <p><i>Downward plunged the weird armada.</i></p>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>In the roaring chaos of pyrotechnic glare what was left of our Midges
-swooped to the attack. With the rocket-streams at last righting my
-whirling body, head down I plummeted. The glare from above revealed
-Curtmann's men far more plainly now. Everywhere the men were
-staggering. In the cart some of them had fallen, but others were still
-erect, frantically working the projectors and stabbing with the hand
-heat-flashes. Our Midges were among them now, desperate fluttering
-little figures, stabbing at their faces. On the ground some of the
-staggering men were trying to get into the forest underbrush. I
-plummeted toward a group of them.</p>
-
-<p>I hit the ground in the midst of a staggering group, with a thump that
-all but knocked the breath from me. Two of the men staggered at me. I
-was unarmed. My fist knocked one down, and I gripped the other as he
-half fell upon me. He was still clutching his flash-gun. I seized it,
-knocked him away and rose again into the roaring tumult of the air.</p>
-
-<p>"Art! You got a gun? So did I."</p>
-
-<p>Jim was here with me; side by side we rose. I saw the cart directly
-underneath me. His figure painted lurid, the desperate Curtmann was
-still erect. Almost the last one now. And I saw that he was struggling
-with a projector which had not yet been in use. A tiny figure flapped
-against my face. Little Meeta. She gripped my shoulder, clung, and her
-tiny voice gasped in my ear.</p>
-
-<p>"That weapon Curtmann has&mdash;the big molecule-melter&mdash;very
-long-range&mdash;the Forest City."</p>
-
-<p>With a burst of numbing horror I understood it. This projector would
-cut the forest and the ground into a leprous molten swath, out to the
-Forest City itself.</p>
-
-<p>I plummeted down, with Meeta still clinging desperately to my neck.
-Curtmann saw me coming. With a wild oath he dropped the projector and
-fired at me with a hand-flash. It missed. There was just a second
-when I leveled off, heading horizontally at him. The glare was on
-his sweat-bathed face, contorted with his lust; but I saw a look of
-despairing terror there as my flash drilled him and he fell as I
-swooped close over him.</p>
-
-<p>We rose at last, high into the starlight. So pitifully few of us,
-gathering in a little broken, circling group. Beneath us now there
-was only a lurid red-yellow fire-pit of molten bubbling rocks where
-the forest glade had been. Then the heavy turgid smoke and gas-fumes
-settled upon it like a shroud.</p>
-
-<p>Almost silently we struggled back through the starlight to the Forest
-City. Jim and Venta and little Meeta were here with me, but our little
-Midges were struggling to keep aloft. Dozens of them were clustering
-upon Jim and Venta and me. Their tiny, gasping voices were horrible.
-And we were the victors! It came to me then that surely whatever has
-been said and written of the futility of human killing, can never
-adequately picture it.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>I think that is all I need recount. You have all heard how we returned
-to Earth, and the stir that my news brought. I should have been
-considered a charlatan perhaps, with my wild tale. But there was the
-spaceship; and Jim, Venta, and little Meeta. Scientists have inspected
-Venta now. It was an ordeal. But mostly they have been interested in
-Meeta.</p>
-
-<p>That is passed. There are others on Venus like Venta, and others
-like our little Midge. We are living now on Earth, with Jim near us.
-Certainly neither here, nor on Venus, do we want any turmoil.</p>
-
-<p>With Jim for my friend, and the adoration of little Meeta who thinks me
-in very truth, a God&mdash;and the love of my dear wife&mdash;certainly I am a
-mortal very singularly blessed.</p>
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-<pre>
-
-
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- THE STAR-MASTER
-
- By RAY CUMMINGS
-
- Docile, decadent Venus was easy
- pickings for that twenty-first century
- Hitler's dream of cosmic empire.
-
- [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
- Planet Stories Summer 1942.
- Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
- the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
-
-
-My name is Arthur Frane. You who read this story now, of course
-are familiar with momentous events into which I was unexpectedly
-plunged--momentous for all mankind.
-
-I write this narrative now to add the true details to what you have
-all read and heard blared by the newscasters around the world. I have
-been extolled as a hero although I did nothing except try to keep from
-getting killed.
-
-I was twenty-six years old last summer, in June of 2003, when fate
-so strangely brought Venta and me together. My family is wealthy, as
-you have heard. Do not envy me for that. An income of ten thousand
-decimars, however nice it may seem in theory, is in reality no
-advantage to a young man of twenty-six. I am a big blond fellow whom
-the newscasters have been pleased to call Viking-like and handsome as a
-god. I'm much obliged. But whatever truth there is in it, that too has
-been a disadvantage.
-
-The weird events began in July, last summer, when with Jim Gregg I
-went hunting in that Adirondac forest. Jim and I were in Government
-College together. I left to spend my income and become a dawdler--the
-disadvantage of money; and Jim joined the Crime Prevention Bureau of
-the New York Shadow Squad. We got a one-day hunting permit. Jim took
-his official crime-tracker equipment, with an extra flash-gun for me;
-we flew to the Adirondac mountain slope which our permit named and
-hopefully set out on foot to try our luck.
-
-But we had no luck. A few birds, which even the minimum pencil-ray
-flash had all but burned to a crisp, were all we had bagged. Evening
-came, with twilight settling so that the forest glades were deepening
-into purple. And then suddenly it seemed that we heard a rustling in
-the underbrush--a rustling which ought to be a deer.
-
-We crouched in a thicket, waiting. The sound stopped. "Let's try the
-listener," I whispered.
-
-Jim got out his little eavesdropping gadget. But he had no time to
-connect it. The rustling began again. It was obviously up a short slope
-no more than a hundred feet from us--some wild animal which seemed now
-to be retreating.
-
-"I'll take a chance," I muttered. "If that's a deer, we'll lose it if I
-can't drill it now."
-
-We knew it could not be a human, since our permit for today barred
-anyone else from the twenty square miles of Government preserve
-allotted to us. I fired at the sound, with my violet pencil-flash
-eating through the underbrush at the top of the slope.
-
-There was a startled, weird outcry; and from the summit of the little
-rise a shape broke cover. A girl! She came bursting from a thicket no
-more than three feet to the side of the swath my flash had burned, and
-for a second or two she stood poised on a rock with the open evening
-sky a background above and behind her. A slim shape of bare legs and
-arms with a brief drape from shoulders to her thighs. The starlight and
-fading daylight gleamed on her bronzed skin as though she were a metal
-statue.
-
-"Well--I say--" Jim muttered.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Thoughts are instant things. There was in my mind the vague idea that
-here, by some wild circumstances, was a girl in a fancy-dress party
-costume or something of the kind. But the thought, and Jim's muttered
-words of astonishment, were in another second stricken away. She paused
-for that instant on the rock, and then she leaped. Amazing, incredible
-leap! It carried her in a flat arc some ten or fifteen feet above the
-ground and twenty feet away, where light as a faun she landed on the
-toes of her bare feet. Nearer to us now; and seeing us, perhaps for the
-first time, she stood and stared.
-
-I could see the silvery streaks running through the black hair that
-framed her face. It was a queerly beautiful face, apparently devoid of
-normal cosmetic-make-up. Negroid? Oriental? In that second I had the
-thought that it was neither--nor anything else that I could name. A
-girl with a mysterious wild beauty which stirred my pulses.
-
-"Well--good Lord--" Jim muttered again. He too was staring, with a
-hand in his shock of bristling red hair, and I can imagine the look of
-numbed astonishment on his freckled, pug-nosed face. "Good Lord, how
-did she jump like that?"
-
-I heard myself stammering, "You--up there--what in the devil--"
-
-Like a terrified fugitive the girl abruptly swept a look behind her;
-and then she leaped again, and landed almost beside us.
-
-"You--you--Oh you mus' help me! There was a flash that tried to kill
-me--"
-
-English! With weird, indescribable intonation, she gasped the English
-words.
-
-"I--shot at you," I stammered. "Sorry--we thought you were an animal.
-No human is allowed here today but us."
-
-Somehow it seemed futile, incongruous that I should try to explain
-anything rational to a girl so weird as this.
-
-But she smiled. "Oh--I thought--I thought--"
-
-"Someone is after you?" Jim said quickly.
-
-"Yes. I thought--but I guess not now. Oh you are good Earthmen--not
-like Curtmann. I escaped, and I have come long long a way from my poor
-terrified people."
-
-I saw Jim glance at me significantly. We both had the same thought, of
-course. A girl demented; with painted skin and fancy dress--trappings
-of insanity; and she had escaped from some asylum?
-
-But those leaps were far beyond the power of any trained athlete!
-
-"What's your name?" I murmured.
-
-"Venta. I was a prisoner--and now I have to tell someone of importance
-here on Earth. I did escape when I was brought here by Curtmann." She
-babbled it out, breathless, terrified. "I did not know what to do, he
-is so bad to my people--to the Midge--to all of us. And I--I do not
-love him. I am afraid of him. In Shan he rules--and my family now are
-all in the great Forest City. And Curtmann will capture that too."
-
-Blankly Jim and I exchanged glances. And suddenly with a muttered oath,
-Jim gasped,
-
-"My God, Art! Look at that--thing! There--behind you!"
-
-I whirled. But whatever he had seen, or thought he saw, was gone.
-
-"Behind me? What?"
-
-"Why--why--" Jim could only gasp. The girl was staring at us blankly.
-Jim was stupified into incoherency. "Why--why--a little thing--it
-ran--" And then he raised his left wrist with another muttered gasp.
-
-"What in the devil?" I demanded. "Are you crazy too?"
-
-"Electro-eavesdropper on us! Look--" An eavesdropper detector was on
-his wrist, connected with his watch. Part of his S.S. equipment and he
-always wore it. The underplate was glowing now, its warmth against his
-flesh attracting his attention.
-
-An eavesdropper being used against us! I knew it was illegal for anyone
-but a Federal Man to have one; but criminals had them, and most of the
-other S.S. devices and weapons, of course. Some criminal was near here,
-listening to us now!
-
-"Someone not far away!" Jim gasped. "Look at that dial!"
-
-His little detector-needle was swaying violently, in the range of one
-to two hundred feet. Then it swung back to normal as the ray evidently
-was shut off.
-
-I snatched out my flash-gun. Jim and I crouched with the numbed,
-terrified girl between us.
-
-"Oh--" she muttered. "They have come, and they will kill us."
-
-"There it is again!" Jim's hand gripped my arm. "My God--that little
-thing!"
-
- * * * * *
-
-The purple shadows of night were deepening in the forest now. But in
-the gloom I saw it. On the bole of a tree no more than six or eight
-feet from us a tiny figure stood peering at us. The glistening,
-brown-bronze figure of a man; a broad-shouldered, stocky little
-figure no more than a foot high! I had an instant glimpse of a
-powerfully-muscled body, a tiny hairless round head, then the creature
-leaped to the ground, recovered its balance and ran. In another second
-it was lost in the gloom.
-
-The girl too, had seen it. "A Midge! Here? Why--then Curtmann's men are
-here, too!"
-
-She stopped abruptly. From the leafy darkness something hurtled into a
-tree beside us. There was the faint tinkling of fragile glass, then a
-sickening sweet smell assailed us, and sticky liquid splattered on us.
-
-"Anesthesia-bomb!" Jim gasped. "Get away from here--grab the girl!"
-
-My head was reeling, with senses fading so that the dim scene was
-blurring around me. Jim and I dragged the girl through the thickets.
-Then came a shot at us, the sizzling flash just missing us, shriveling
-the foliage over our heads. Jim's shot answered it. I saw a skulking
-figure by a nearby tree, and fired quickly. My shot caught him full; he
-went down.
-
-In front of me, Jim had dropped prone into the brush. His voice warned:
-"They're here. Get down."
-
-We had no chance to fight them off. I drilled a shape that appeared in
-front of me; but another pounced on my shoulders as I crouched. Blurred
-by the drug, I squirmed, reached up and grabbed him by the throat. But
-another man was on us. Jim's shot sounded again; and then as I fought,
-I saw several dark shapes leaping on him. His panting oaths mingled
-with the girl's scream.
-
-In the melee glass hit my face, breaking with the sticky drug oozing
-out on me. A man's fist followed it, with a crack that made my head
-burst into roaring light before I drifted off into an abyss of
-nothingness....
-
-
- II
-
-I came to with the sound of distant throbbing in my ears. It seemed
-that I was lying on a metal grid-floor; and as I stirred, a familiar
-voice sounded.
-
-"Thank the Lord, you're coming out of it at last."
-
-It was Jim, here on the floor with me, bending anxiously over me in a
-luminous darkness. His pug-nosed face grinned down at me.
-
-"I sure thought you might never come back, Art. You been a day,
-sleeping off that damned drug."
-
-Dizzily I tried to sit up as he held me. "What--what happened? Where
-the devil are we?" Then I remembered the fight. "Venta--" I murmured.
-
-"She's all right. I've seen her, and talked with her."
-
-I could see that Jim and I were alone in a small, triangular metal
-apartment. A closed door was to one side. And to the other, there was
-a round bull's-eye window. It was black out there, with bright white
-points of stars. The thrumming was a faint distant electronic throb,
-off in this strange interior.
-
-I could feel my strength rapidly coming back. I sat up, shoving Jim
-away. "I'm all right now. Where are we?"
-
-He grinned wryly. "Hold your breath for a shock. We're out in Space,
-plenty far. I guess, by now, we're on our way to Venus!"
-
-Out in Space! How often, like everyone else in our modern world of
-science, I had envisaged it, and wondered why it had never been made
-possible.
-
-"On the way to Venus?"
-
-"So they tell me, an' Lord knows I wouldn't doubt it. If you don't
-believe me, come take a look."
-
-With his arm around me, I staggered dizzily to the bull's-eye porte. It
-was an amazing scene! The Heavens everywhere were a black vault, strewn
-with myriad white gems of the blazing worlds. Filling one whole side,
-the familiar Earth hung motionless. It was mottled with clouds, beneath
-which the configurations of the oceans and continents were plainly
-visible.
-
-I stared, awed, wordless; and then, still weak and dizzy with the cold
-sweat of the drug chilling me, I was glad enough to sit down on the
-couch, with Jim beside me.
-
-"Who's got us?" I asked presently.
-
-"A fellow named Curtmann and his band. A dozen or more of them here
-on board. I've talked with one of them--they're all Earthmen--this
-ship was built on Earth. Would you believe it? A damned scientist from
-mid-Europe built it secretly. He never told the world about it, but
-gathered a bunch of crooks and beat it off."
-
-"Not so fast," I murmured. "Don't get incoherent."
-
- * * * * *
-
-I tried to sort it out as he breathlessly told me what he had
-learned. Some eight or ten years ago, among the captive people of
-mid-Europe under police domination of the Anglo-American Federation,
-a fellow named Karl Curtmann had built this hundred foot cylindrical
-space-flyer. The same old urge for world conquest. But this fellow
-Curtmann had known that on Earth he had no chance. This was not
-1915, nor 1939. And so he had gathered others like himself; all
-English-speaking, since their racial language had been banned by the
-Federation before they were born, and with his ship and his men, they
-had adventured into Space.
-
-"Seems they landed on Venus," Jim was saying. "It was a fertile field
-for a world-conqueror, by what I hear! Peaceful, simple people, with
-these Earth cutthroats jumping on them. They used a bunch of our
-Shadow Squad weapons, which was enough and plenty."
-
-Once established there as a conqueror, Curtmann had gone back to Earth
-on several trips, for supplies and more weapons and men.
-
-"I guess there are several hundred of 'em on Venus now," Jim went
-on. "Built themselves a little city, and made slaves out of the
-Venus-people. You can imagine what this style Earthman would do when
-he's a conqueror with nothing to challenge him! And the Venus-people
-are on the down-grade. Dying out, except for the Midges."
-
-"Midges?"
-
-"They're the little people of Venus. They serve. They believe that all
-Earth men are gods, or something." Jim shrugged. "Don't ask me. We'll
-find out soon enough."
-
-The Midge! I remembered that little bronze man-figure which had peered
-at us.
-
-"And Venta?" I prompted.
-
-"Her father--No, I guess it's her grandfather--he's a leader on Venus.
-Religious leader, or something. He and some others have escaped to a
-Forest City. Curtmann had Venta. Venta says he's just trying to make
-her love him--make her see how wonderful he is. Curtmann, the Man of
-Destiny--I can't wait to meet him!"
-
-He had taken Venta on one of his forays to Earth, and she had escaped
-from him. "An' they got us along with her," Jim finished wryly. "Damned
-lucky we didn't get killed. We will yet, most probably."
-
-A little rasp here in the darkness made us turn. A doorslide had
-opened; a man's heavy-featured face scowled in at us.
-
-"At last you have recovered," he said to me. His voice was the heavy,
-guttural timber of a mid-European. He was a villainous-looking fellow,
-his slack-jowled face bluish with a week's growth of beard.
-
-"Yes," I said. "Fortunately for me. Are you Curtmann?"
-
-"He's Frantz," Jim put in. "He's been feeding me."
-
-"Tell your master I want to see him," I said. "And take me to the girl,
-Venta."
-
-The fellow leered. "You talk like you own the ship," he commented.
-
-The doorslide closed. His footsteps retreated, but presently they came
-back. He opened the door. "The Great-Master says, bring you," he said
-with an ironic grin. "Come on. You can both come."
-
- * * * * *
-
-Silently we followed him down a narrow metal corridor.
-
-"This way--" I saw our captor now as a bulky six-foot fellow clad
-incongruously in a crudely plaited robe of dried vegetable fibre,
-draped upon him like a Roman toga. He stood aside at an oval doorway;
-and Jim and I went into a small triangular room. Starlight filtered
-into it from a side bull's-eye.
-
-Clad still in her brief garment, Venta sat on a square pad on the
-floor. As we entered she flung me a look, and then stared straight
-ahead.
-
-"So? This is the fellow who thought he would steal my little Venta?
-Come in, Frane. Stand over there; I want to look you over."
-
-Karl Curtmann. He was seated in a small, straight-backed armchair. He
-was a smallish, slim fellow, not over forty perhaps. A vivid blue toga
-encased him; sandals were on his feet. At our entrance he raised one of
-his bare ornamented arms with a gesture.
-
-The costume was queerly incongruous to a modern Earthman; but upon
-Curtmann there was an immense dignity, a sense of the consciousness
-of his own greatness. More than mere conceit, it seemed to radiate
-from him. On his heavy, square-jawed face there was a look of amused
-contempt as he regarded me.
-
-"My little Venta has asked me not to kill you," he added. His voice was
-soft and suave. English was his native language, taught him exclusively
-by Government decree. But the inherited timbre was guttural. "That is
-fortunate, is it not?"
-
-"Yes," I agreed. "Very. I thank her."
-
-His eyes twinkled; his immaculate hands with jeweled fingers, brushed
-his crisp blond hair. "You can also thank me. I am permitting you to
-join our life. You know now, of course, that I am Master of Venus? It
-is their good fortune. Always I shall protect them from any harm, and
-teach them the life that is good for them."
-
-He was utterly sincere. His eyes were gleaming with his fervour. Man of
-Destiny. He believed it with the faith of a child. And now his gaze
-went to Venta.
-
-"Her people--" He was still talking to me, though he stared at her.
-"Some of them still are misguided. Old Prytan, her grandfather, is a
-very wicked old man, Frane. He has fled to the Forest City. He defies
-my rule. I shall have to punish that Forest City."
-
-Suddenly his face contorted; his arm shook as he pounded his fist on
-his chair. "I shall not tolerate it. They are all to die. Nor in the
-city of Shan itself will I have rebellion. I am a man of peace--there
-shall be no strife. And each year, from Earth, more of my men will come
-to mate with the Venus women. The new race. The new Empire of Curtmann.
-Is it not a wonderful future, Venta? I shall make you Empress."
-
-"Yes," she murmured.
-
-"Race of the Gods," he said. "And I--Karl Curtmann--"
-
-He checked himself. There was a little sound of beating wings here in
-the dim starlit room. I turned as through the door a tiny shape came
-like a fluttering bird through the air. A footlong bronze man-shape.
-One of the Midge! Again my mind leaped back to that little figure in
-the Adirondac forest. It had had wings, though then I had not noticed
-them.
-
-This one came and poised on the arm of Curtmann's chair. "What is it,
-Rahn?" he said.
-
-The Midge's voice was tiny, but clear. "The flight-master has asked
-that you come now to check his calculations of our course." The English
-words, taught to this Midge, were quaintly intoned. The voice was
-gentle, humble.
-
-Curtmann stood up. "All right. I shall go." He waved an arm at the
-burly Frantz who was standing silently to one side. "Our captives can
-remain here, Frantz."
-
-He turned, smiled gently at Venta, and strode from the room.
-
- * * * * *
-
-As the days passed we were allowed a fair freedom of movement. A
-freedom to plan--what? I must confess that Jim and I had no conception
-of what we might do in circumstances like these.
-
-Once Venta had whispered to me, "We shall escape from here--it can be
-done."
-
-Escape from this Curtmann, join Venta's grandfather--old Prytan--out
-there in the Venus Forest City.... Certainly it was all that Jim and I
-could hope for. And then came that night when the misty lead-grey ball
-of Venus had grown to a monstrous disc beneath us, with the cone of its
-shadow blotting out the Sun as we dropped down into the heavy Venus
-atmosphere. There came a moment when Venta, Jim and I were alone, and
-from the dim corridor with a little beat of wings, Rhan, the Midge,
-came to join us. He was carrying an oxohydro heat-torch. Amazing little
-man-shape. The alumite torch was as big as himself, and heavier. His
-diaphanous, dragonfly wings struggled with it. Like a giant flying ant,
-with an ant's monstrous strength in proportion to its size. Panting, he
-fluttered heavily and laid it at my feet.
-
-"You, the Great God," he said. "I serve you. Here it is."
-
-He stood now by the torch he had brought. The muscles on his broad
-chest heaved under the sleek bronzed skin with his panting breath.
-
-"For you," he added. "No one saw me. I got it for you. I did well,
-Seyla Venta?"
-
-"Oh yes. Thank you, Rhan." Venta was trembling now with excitement.
-"When we get lower into the atmosphere, we'll go to one of the
-pressure-portes at the bottom of the hull. There are space suits there,
-if we can get to them."
-
-"Let's close this door," Jim said quickly. "Not so loud, Venta."
-
-We planned it, as the ship settled down through the heavy,
-sullen-looking Venus clouds and then burst out into the lower
-atmosphere with the dark surface of Venus far down beneath us. Rhan
-watched and reported that Curtmann and most of his men were forward by
-the control turret. Then Jim, Venta and I were able to get down through
-one of the dim corridors, down a little catwalk ladder into the lower
-hull. The metal pressure porte door was locked.
-
-I stood at the bottom of the ladder. Above me the voices of Curtmann's
-ruffians were audible. Every moment I expected that we would be missed.
-
-"Hurry it," I murmured.
-
-The porte doorlock melted as Jim held the torch upon it. We slid into
-the porte, closed the door after us. Venta, on the voyage to Earth, had
-been trained by Curtmann in the use of these pressure-suits, and in a
-moment we stood in them, helmeted, with the air bloating the suits so
-that we were shapeless monsters.
-
-I opened the outer doorslide. A little at first, and then wider. In
-the rarified atmosphere of Venus at this fifty mile height, the air of
-the little porte went out with a rush. It blew us out with it. I had a
-sickening sensation of falling into nothingness. Then it seemed that my
-head steadied. I fumbled with a hand upon the anti-gravity mechanisms
-by which the fall could be guided.
-
-Above me the dark finned shape of Curtmann's space ship was drawing
-swiftly upward and away. Head down, with the bloated shapes of Jim
-and Venta beside me, we plummeted like falling meteorites through the
-sub-stratosphere darkness.
-
-
- III
-
-"A rainbow storm is coming," old Prytan said. "We shall have to wait
-until it is passed before trying to get to the broken city."
-
-We were in the depths of an orange-blue forest of giant, spindly
-vegetation that rose in fantastic shapes from the soft, porous ground
-five hundred feet or more into the air. Pods and vines hung upon the
-lacery of trees. There were huge vivid flowers, redolent with a perfume
-exotic, cloying in the heavy humid air.
-
-Everything, particularly at first, to me was heavy, oppressive. Venus
-is denser than the Earth, and the gravity is a full third heavier. It
-made walking, to us Earthmen, a panting labor. I felt that I weighed,
-not my normal hundred and eighty pounds, but almost two hundred and
-fifty. For us to run seemed impossible.
-
-I had seen but little of this Forest City. It was a group of perhaps a
-thousand dwellings, all seemingly built of slabs of the porous forest
-trees, with walls and roofs of thatch. The houses nestled between the
-great fantastic trees. Some were like birds' nests in the branches,
-with vine-ladders from the ground leading up to them. The colors of the
-thatch were vivid blue, red and yellow.
-
-It was a fairyland of woodland fantasy, peopled by the humans of this
-scattered, futile Venus-race. I had seen gaping groups of them as
-Venta and I pushed through them, heading for old Prytan's dwelling.
-Men, women and children crowded the flower-lined, crooked little city
-streets. They were all gaudily-dressed in toga-like fabrics made from
-the vivid-colored, dried vegetable fibres. A few of them had fled
-here from Shan where they had picked up a little English from the
-Earth-conquerors. But most of them babbled at me in their own weird
-tongue. They were a gentle people. The lack of struggle, lack of
-accomplishment for generations now, had stamped them with a futility.
-Here in the benign climate of Venus they had grown content with simple
-wants. Love-making, music--that was enough for them. The Midge attended
-their every want.
-
-Decadence perhaps, but who shall say but what it is to be preferred
-to the bloody upward struggles of our own Earth's history? All that
-too, had been upon Venus. Far ahead of Earth in the life-cycle of its
-humans, there had been great scientific civilizations here. The science
-of war had risen into all its ghastly power and then had destroyed
-itself, with mankind at last coming to realize its tragic futility.
-There were ruins of great cities here, with the silt of centuries upon
-them and the forests growing lush amid their wreckage.
-
-"You two Earthmen are not quite like Curtmann and his fellows," old
-Prytan said to me. His eyes twinkled beneath his shaggy white brows.
-His seamed old face wrinkled with a smile.
-
-"No," I said. "We hope not."
-
-"But your Earth still struggles, with each man wanting more than his
-neighbor."
-
-We were in a room of a huge, crudely-built dwelling of thatch. A
-thousand Midges had woven it in a day. Venta was here; and draped
-on the floor at her feet was the graceful, gaudily-clad figure of a
-young Venusman. His name was Jahnt. He was her cousin, I understood.
-A handsome fellow with longish, bushy dark hair; an oval face with
-pointed chin, hawk nose and eyes with an almost Oriental slant. He
-spoke English as fluently as Venta. I don't know why I took an instant
-dislike to him, save that he always seemed to want to be beside Venta.
-
-A rainbow storm was coming. I could see the premonitory signs of it.
-The room here was lighted with little braziers--seemingly the caged
-bodies of tiny insects which were luminous as fireflies. Through the
-oval window-openings the night outside was turgidly dark. But wind
-now was pattering the trees, and there were distant flares of weird
-opalescent lightning.
-
-A tenseness was here in this room of old Prytan's home--and it was
-everywhere about the little city. Like an aura of terror it seemed to
-envelope us. All this day that had passed, Midges by hundreds had been
-flying in from Shan. And now, this evening, the big people themselves
-had begun coming. Fugitives. Terrified people who had escaped from
-Shan; rebellious, wanting to do something to rid Venus of these cruel
-conquerors, coming to Prytan as their leader; helplessly throwing
-themselves upon him, asking him what they should do. Groups of people
-milled in the streets, eyed the coming storm. Rebellion against the
-Earth-conquerors. But it was more than that. Among us all, here in this
-eerie opalescent room there was the feeling of impending disaster.
-Curtmann had returned to Shan. In a rage at the loss of Venta, he had
-learned that the rebellion against him was growing. Would he wait for
-old Prytan to organize some attack? Certainly I doubted it. And my mind
-swept back so that again I seemed to hear his grim words: "I shall have
-to punish that Forest City!"
-
-Was Curtmann planning to strike at us now?
-
-"... but until the storm is over we can do nothing," old Prytan was
-saying.
-
-Even then, what could we do? In somber voices that seemed to echo
-dully through the rustic room and mingled with the weird storm-noises
-outside, we discussed it. One of the great broken cities of by-gone
-days was only some ten miles away. In it there was hidden away a cache
-of ancient weapons of science.
-
-"I have kept them workable," Prytan said grimly. "And my father before
-me also attended them. And before him, his father. But never did we
-really think the horrible time would come when they should be used."
-
- * * * * *
-
-But whatever we could do, certainly must be done soon. The news from
-Shan every moment was more serious. Upon Curtmann's return, open
-disorder had broken out in the capital city. As punishment, a thousand
-or more of the young Venusmen of the city had been summarily killed by
-the diabolic flash-guns of the Earthmen. "Only our men he kills," young
-Jahnt put in ironically. "Why not? Our women are very beautiful. Like
-you, is it not so, Venta?"
-
-I tensed at the glance with which he swept her. "I shall bring in the
-supper," Venta said. His gaze followed her as she rose and left us.
-
-"I tell you all this about our hidden weapons," Prytan was saying to
-me in his cracked treble voice. "We can trust you, even though you are
-Earthmen?"
-
-"Yes," I agreed.
-
-"Listen," Jim put in. "These young men you've got here--well, no
-offense meant--on Earth we'd call them ladylike." His gaze barely
-touched the gaudy figure of Jahnt and then went back to Prytan. "My
-business, sir, on Earth is to deal with criminals. I'm pretty good in
-a fight. You just give me some of your weapons."
-
-"I trust you," Prytan agreed. "Never, until tonight, has anyone but
-myself known about the weapons. If Curtmann knew it--"
-
-"He won't," I said. "We'll get them tonight. We--"
-
-I checked myself. The beat of wings sounded, and a Midge came through
-the window, and landed on Prytan's shoulder.
-
-"Well, Meeta," he said, "you come with more bad news?"
-
-A female Midge. It was the first one I had seen except at a distance.
-She was a fairylike little creature--a ten-inch high miniature
-of Venta. Her flesh was like pink-white satin, glistening in the
-insect-light. Her wings thrummed to balance her as she poised.
-
-"English?" she said in her tiny voice.
-
-"Yes," Prytan nodded. "These are good Earthmen."
-
-Her pixie-like, tiny face turned toward me. I saw then, in those tiny
-glowing eyes, the leap of her instinctive adoration for my giant size.
-Here a new God for her to worship and serve.
-
-"English, yes," she agreed. "Master, there have been still more
-killings. They kill our men now for no reason; and those of the women
-who are young and beautiful they have herded together into a harem."
-
-Prytan's old body trembled with anger. "We must stop it. And Meeta,
-have you told the Midge to meet us in the broken city?"
-
-"Master, yes. They will be there when the storm is passed. We cannot
-fly in the wind, and even now it is very strong."
-
-I could hear it, crackling through the giant foliage outside. Then
-there was a monstrous flare of color as though a rainbow had burst
-around us.
-
-"It gets bad," young Jahnt muttered. He went to one of the windows;
-then sauntered to a door-oval and disappeared.
-
-Meeta, I understood now, was one of the leaders of the Midge. It was
-her brother who had aided us to escape from Curtmann's ship. I told her
-about it now as she perched on my hand, with her soft eyes roaming my
-face and her tiny lips parted with eager breath as she listened.
-
-"Oh I am glad of that. Rahn so wants to do what is right in serving
-our Gods. But it is confusing, Gods here on Venus who fight with one
-another--"
-
-Through the window, upon a blast of storm-wind another little figure
-came fluttering. Another female Midge, like Meeta. With beating wings
-she hovered a second and then fell to the floor at our feet.
-
-"Mela!" old Prytan gasped. "What is it?"
-
-The storm had tossed her against a tree. One of her wings was broken;
-blood was on her body. But she had struggled on to us, bringing her
-news.
-
-"What is it?" old Prytan demanded.
-
-"Curtmann comes! He and all his men--his army, coming now to attack the
-Forest City!"
-
-Curtmann coming to attack us! A dozen little male Midges here on the
-floor of the room heard it and scurried away.
-
-"Curtmann coming?" Prytan gasped. "Why--why we will not be ready for
-him."
-
-It stunned us. Within a minute, out in the city, the news was spreading
-with cries of the frightened people. A panic was beginning here. That
-would have to be controlled.
-
-"They've left Shan already?" I demanded of the little Midge.
-
-"No. Perhaps not. But they are ready--the storm may hold them off."
-
- * * * * *
-
-I was on my feet. Old Prytan was trembling with the palsy of his
-confused terror. By what Jim and I had seen of the young men of the
-Forest City, there was not one who could be counted on to do anything
-constructive in this crisis. If the Venus-people were to have any
-leadership, it would have to be Jim and me.
-
-"Send word that the women and children are to stay in their homes,"
-I said. "There must be no panic. Have the young men come here. Storm
-or no storm we shall have to get to the broken city, and get those
-Venus-weapons."
-
-"How far is it from here to Shan?" Jim put in.
-
-"Twenty Earth-miles perhaps," old Prytan stammered. "If Curtmann and
-his men should start now--"
-
-"Maybe they won't," I said. "The storm is still going strong."
-
-"Where is Venta?" Prytan stared helplessly about the room. "She said
-she would bring us food. What use of that? We have no time to eat it
-now." He suddenly raised his shaking old voice. "Venta. Venta, where
-are you?"
-
-There was no answer from the nearby interior door-oval through which
-Venta had gone. Just blank, stark silence. Horror struck at me.
-
-Jim and I were on our feet. Jim gasped, "I'll go see." But before he
-could move, we heard a woman's moan, followed again by silence!
-
-Jim broke it with an oath. I tossed little Meeta into the air with a
-flip of my hand as I ran toward the crude kitchen, out there beyond the
-dim door-oval.
-
-Thank God, it was not Venta. On the packed loam of the floor an old
-serving woman lay sprawled. Her throat was a ghastly welter of crimson,
-and near her a Midge lay dead.
-
-The old woman was still alive. She tried faintly to gasp in English as
-I bent over her.
-
-"He--took her--Venta--"
-
-"Who took her?"
-
-"Jahnt--he--"
-
-The blood choked her. But I had no interest in hearing more. Jahnt!
-
-"Why--he's got the secret of those weapons now!" Jim gasped. "Get the
-idea, Art?"
-
-The commotion had brought others. They all stood milling, helpless,
-frightened. Jim and I shoved them away.
-
-"He'd probably head for the broken city," Jim said. "It's much closer
-to here."
-
-"That he might do," Prytan agreed. "And where is his Midge--you
-people--you have seen little Ort lately?"
-
-"Jahnt could send that Midge flying to Shanga to tell Curtmann about
-the weapons," I suggested.
-
-Old Prytan could only stammer assent to the possibility. And if
-Curtmann and his ruffians got to that cache before we could get there,
-that indeed would be the end of any possibility of overcoming him.
-
-"Where is Meeta?" I demanded. "Meeta knows the location of the broken
-city."
-
-She fluttered from behind me at the sound of my voice. "Master I am
-here. What I can do to serve?"
-
-"We're going after Jahnt," Jim said. "He can't have gotten far."
-
-"But you run so heavily," old Prytan murmured. "My young men here--"
-
-They were all standing looking frightened and confused. Jim swept them
-with a glance and drew me past them. It occurred to me that we might
-use the three spacesuits in which we had escaped from Curtmann. With
-their anti-gravity mechanisms and tiny rocket-streams we could propel
-ourselves over the forest. But we found now that they were gone.
-
-Precious minutes were passing. We would have to go on foot. At the door
-we paused, appalled by the wind and a chromatic burst of glaring light.
-Meeta fluttered in the air beside my head, and as the wind hit her she
-was tossed back.
-
-"You can't fly out into that, Meeta?"
-
-"No, I am afraid it's not possible now. But you can carry me."
-
-She fluttered to my shoulder, crouching with a tiny hand gripping my
-coat collar. With Jim beside me we plunged out into the roaring riot of
-the rainbow storm.
-
-
- IV
-
-"Guess we'll have to wait a bit longer," Jim murmured. "But it seems to
-be easing, don't you think?"
-
-In a sheltered recess of the forest we were crouching, forced to wait
-for the weird storm to pass. There had been no possible chance of
-finding the fleeing Jahnt. We could only hope now that he would go on
-to the broken city. The storm seemed to be lessening but still it was
-a roar of wind which cracked through the spindly giant trees, often
-bringing down great segments of branches which it had torn loose.
-
-A lull came at last, and through a ragged, littered forest Jim and I
-pushed our tortuous way. Meeta could fly now. She guided us, and with
-little forays hummed ahead and to the sides, seeking some signs of
-Jahnt and Venta. But there were none.
-
-The storm had been a torture of delay. In my heart now I had no thought
-that we would be able to locate Jahnt and Venta. I could only hope that
-they might be in the broken city. Had Curtmann received news of the
-Venus weapons? My mind was upon Venta, but still I could envisage that
-bloodthirsty band of Earth cutthroats advancing upon the Forest City.
-
-"I say, is it much further?" Jim demanded suddenly of Meeta. "This is
-tough going for us."
-
-"Master, no. It is ahead, just down that slope."
-
-The dim forest glade was descending into a great shallow area of
-deeper shadow. And presently we could see the ruins of tumbled, broken
-buildings lying here, half buried by the rank forest growth. In the
-turgid dimness, with a faint orange luminosity that seemed inherent
-to the great trees, it was an eerie place of colored shadows. Great
-buildings were everywhere around us now, weird of shape and substance,
-some of them still partly erect with the spindly trees growing through
-them.
-
-It was a place of the ghosts of Venus' past.
-
-"It is down in here," Meeta said, pointing.
-
-A littered rocky depression was before us. A ruined amphitheatre, with
-its walls almost gone and the forest like a monstrous clump in its
-middle. We descended into it. The ground in places was rocky. Some
-natural cataclysm must have torn this ground since the original arena
-was built.
-
-Then we saw the cache of weapons. It was half a demolished room in some
-broken structure that now was unrecognizable; an apartment partly open
-at the top, of some two hundred feet diameter. A little light filtered
-down from the lurid greenish-yellow storm-clouds high overhead.
-
-"No one here ahead of us, Jim?" In the darkness, with Meeta perched
-again upon my shoulder, we stood peering and listening. There was only
-silence.
-
-"Where are the weapons?" Jim demanded.
-
-Meeta led us. "There in that little recess, Master. Many old broken
-boxes are filled with them."
-
-We stood before the rock-shelves, numbed with disappointment and
-horror. The crumbling old metal boxes were here. But they were strewn
-about; broken open; empty! The weapons were gone!
-
- * * * * *
-
-"Gone!" Jim gasped. "That damned Jahnt!"
-
-Abruptly Meeta cried, "Look! He is over there!"
-
-With his hiding place discovered, Jahnt leaped suddenly erect from the
-shadows of a rocky niche. A knife was in his hand. I was nearest to
-him. I leaped. But I had miscalculated my abnormal heaviness. I hit
-the rocks a few feet short of him, stumbled, almost went down. As my
-arms flailed I saw him over me, his pointed face demoniac with lustful
-triumph, his knife stabbing at my chest.
-
-There was a whirring of wings, and a glistening body went past my head.
-Meeta. The ten inches of her elfin form flapped and struck Jahnt in
-the face. He hit wildly at her with his left hand, went off balance,
-with his knife-thrust going wild; and collided against me so that I
-was able to fling my arms around him. Then my left hand caught his
-wrist, twisted and the knife fell away. We went down, locked together,
-rolling. And suddenly I felt the knife hit my hand. Meeta with swift
-agility had retrieved it and brought it to me. The lithe Jahnt, far
-stronger than he looked, was momentarily on top of me. I seized the
-knife, stabbed upward into his chest; and with a choked cry he went
-limp, fell forward on me.
-
-I scrambled to my feet. Jahnt wasn't quite dead, but obviously dying.
-Jim and I bent over him.
-
-"You got away with the weapons?" Jim muttered. "Or are they still
-around here?"
-
-"Curtmann has them. My little Midge flew to him, and came back with
-some of Curtmann's men. They left just a little while ago. I--showed
-them how to use the weapons. You will--be defeated by Curtmann. You
-damned--"
-
-Again little Meeta suddenly called us. "Here! Here is Venta!"
-
-She was lying, bound and gagged, but unharmed in the recess of some
-crags nearby. Jim and I rushed to her.
-
-The three spacesuits were with her. Jim had gone back to the dying
-Jahnt and he called me. Blood was gushing now from Jahnt's mouth; he
-was gasping, but still he was trying ironically to smile.
-
-"I--did not tell Curtmann's men that I had Venta. Why should I be
-in the battle? I just thought I would stay here with Venta, and if
-Curtmann won, then I would join him."
-
-"Has he started from Shan?" Jim demanded.
-
-"Oh--yes. He and his men must be half way to the Forest City by now. I
-am sorry now I did not go with them."
-
-I had a sudden thought. "Is he planning to use that spaceship of his?"
-
-Jahnt was choking now with the blood in his throat. Then he gasped,
-"No--his men said they--could not handle it--so close to the
-ground--such a--short distance. They are on foot--in the forest--"
-
-Venta was with us now, bending down over the dying Jahnt. His glazing
-eyes saw her, and he murmured, "You--if you had loved me--this would
-not have happened. I'm dying--you'll all die when--Curtmann uses those
-weapons against you. I'm--glad of that--"
-
-His body twitched. Horribly the blood rattled in his throat, choking
-him; and then in another moment he was gone.
-
-"They're half way to the Forest City," Jim muttered. "Good Lord, we've
-got to stop them. But how? How can we do it, Art?"
-
-Venta was standing apart from us, with the tiny Meeta on her shoulder.
-They were murmuring together, and abruptly Meeta flew to me.
-
-"She says it is right and it can be done. We Midges--serve the Gods,
-and surely now we know the good Gods from the evil."
-
- * * * * *
-
-An army of the Little People! Jim and I stood blankly listening while
-Venta told us what she and Meeta had been planning. A myriad of Midges
-could be rallied now. And they had human intelligence.... Only a foot
-high, or less. But, especially the females, they could fly with the
-agility of humming birds.
-
-"And we can be armed," Meeta cried. She hummed away, came back in a
-moment. In her tiny hand there was a thorn. It was no more than two
-inches long, but to her it was a sword, stiff and sharp as a needle.
-
-"The poisoned enta-thorn!" Venta exclaimed. "But I did not know that
-any of the enta-shrub was near here."
-
-"I found it," Meeta said proudly. "There is much of it."
-
-"What's that noise?" Jim abruptly demanded.
-
-With my nerves taut, I stood tense. A faint thrumming was audible. We
-had left the cave where the weapons had been hidden, and were out in
-the broken amphitheatre with the ruined ancient buildings like spectres
-around us. Far overhead there was a little starlight, straggling
-faintly down. The thrumming grew louder. A tiny blurred shape came down
-through the darkness.... And then another--and another.
-
-The Midges were arriving from Shan, expecting to carry the
-Venus-weapons from here to the Forest City. In a moment a dozen were
-here, then a hundred. They came in little groups, males and females,
-keeping separate in the flight. Like huge insects they thrummed around
-us, and then settled and stood awaiting our commands. Then Meeta was
-among them, telling what had happened and explaining that they must
-fight for the lives of the Forest City people.
-
-For a moment there was awed silence; then a tiny blended chorus of
-voices, and little shapes humming away to get the thorns.
-
-Jim gripped me. "By the Lord, it's our only chance! You can see that,
-Art."
-
-"Yes. You and I in the spacesuits, if we can maneuver them. An army in
-the air--the Midges and you and I to plan their battle--direct them."
-
-"And I shall be with you," Venta cried.
-
-Vaguely I had thought to leave her here, or send her off to the Forest
-City on foot. She persuaded me at last.
-
-"You talk of planning the battle," she cried. "But almost none of the
-Midges speak your language. I shall give your commands to them."
-
-Once we had decided, a desperate haste was on us. Midges were arriving
-here now from the Forest City. Some of them had seen the oncoming
-columns of Curtmann's men, down in the forest. They were more than half
-way from Shan. Occasionally their Earth-flash weapons would stab into
-the forest ahead of them.
-
-Within ten minutes or so we were ready. I had sent a few of the
-swiftest-flying Midges back to the Forest City to tell Prytan what had
-happened. His young men were to arm themselves as best they could,
-and take position. In a ring around the city, prepared to make a last
-stand, if we should fail. All the Midges now in the Forest City were
-to arm themselves with the poisoned thorns, and come to join us in the
-battle as fast as they could.
-
-Then Venta, Jim and I had donned the spacesuits. No need to inflate
-them now; we only needed the anti-gravity mechanisms, and the
-rocket-streams for balancing and for lateral movement.
-
-We rose presently into the air, up into the starlight with the ruined
-piles of the broken buildings and the forest dropping away beneath
-us. At five hundred feet we poised. In thrumming groups the Midges,
-more than two thousand of them now, circled around us. Then, with Jim,
-Venta and me leading, our bodies in the baggy spacesuits poised almost
-horizontal in the air and the Midges strung out in long thin lines like
-insects behind us, we plunged forward to the battle.
-
-
- V
-
-"There they are!" Jim called.
-
-Five hundred feet below us the forest tree-tops were a fantastic matted
-mass of vivid vegetation. And suddenly, down in a glade, the line of
-Curtmann's men was visible. More than I had thought--there seemed a
-full four hundred of them. In two columns they plodded slowly forward.
-With them was a great wheeled cart, like a clumsy barge. Evidently
-Curtmann had built it in Shan. It toiled forward, with the marching
-men in advance of it and behind it. We could see that it was drawn by
-harnessed lines of Midges--hundreds of the tiny figures plodding on
-the ground, bending hunched as they pulled the huge creaking vehicle.
-The top of the cart was uncovered and a dozen men were riding in it.
-Groups of them were seated, around a little raised platform on which
-was mounted what seemed a huge projector.
-
-"Keep the Midges high," I called to Venta who was near me. "Wait until
-I give the signal."
-
-Our Midges were circling, wildly excited now that the enemy was in
-sight beneath them. Jim and I had discussed our tactics. In groups
-of about a hundred we would send the Midges plummeting down. Each
-would try to stab one of Curtmann's men and then come up again. The
-enta-poison, Venta had told us, was deadly--sure death if enough of it
-got into the blood-stream. But it did not act at once; five minutes or
-more was necessary before the victim would feel its lethal effect.
-
-We made a great sweeping half-circle, plunging down as though to attack
-and leveling at above two hundred feet. As we passed over the lines of
-watching men and the cart, two or three bolts stabbed up, fell short.
-Then a man's voice roared orders to withhold the fire.
-
-Curtmann. As we passed at the lower altitude over the cart I saw him
-standing on a raised platform near its front. We swept past, and up
-again.
-
-"We better swoop now," Jim urged. "This is as good a place to attack as
-any we'll ever get."
-
-That was obvious. The lines of men were in an open glade. A few hundred
-feet ahead of them, the forest was dense again. It would be far more
-difficult for our Midges to swoop down and attack amid the enveloping
-lacery of vegetation.
-
-And Curtmann, even though probably he had not as yet the least fear
-of us, already was starting to advance again. The men in front were
-marching on. Orders were being roared at the harnessed Midges. The cart
-went into motion. And the Forest City certainly was no more than a few
-miles ahead. Curtmann's murderous band would be there in an hour or two.
-
-But still I hesitated to give the signal.
-
-Little Meeta hovered before me. "The Master-God will order us down
-now?" she pleaded. "We will serve you well."
-
-My heart was pounding. I nodded, with a lump in my throat that choked
-my voice as I shouted the signal sending so many of them to die.
-
- * * * * *
-
-A designated quarter of them swooped down. From up at this height,
-Venta, Jim and I hovered, with the rest of the Midges in a gathered
-group around us. All of us staring down.
-
-The cloud of some five hundred Midges swooped, circled, and then
-plummeted. For a second or two the startled Curtmann men merely seemed
-to stare upward. Then the Midges were upon them, fluttering into their
-faces, jabbing at them. The men's arms wildly failed to fend off the
-viciously attacking little bodies.
-
-Some of the Midges were caught, bashed into pulp and hurled away with
-a single flailing blow. Some were caught in huge hands, squeezed to
-death and flung to the ground. The oaths of the startled men came up,
-mingled with the cries of the Midges, then the tiny fluttering shapes
-were rising again. A shot stabbed at them, its crackling bolt stabbing
-through a group of them. It was like a monstrous blow-torch stabbing
-into fluttering moths. It left a trail of wisps of light as their
-bodies were consumed.
-
-The rest of them came up and joined us, panting, flopping.
-
-"Good enough," Jim murmured. "Five minutes more and we'll see what
-really happened."
-
-But I was cold inside. No more than half the Midges had come back. Two
-hundred or more of them gone already. And here in the air, some of
-them, wounded, were bravely struggling not to fall.
-
-The men and the huge cart down in the glade had started forward again.
-Suddenly it was apparent that the harnessed lines of Midges on the
-ground were in revolt. They milled in confusion, struggling to cast off
-the lines that held them. We heard Curtmann roaring threats at them.
-And then he fired a bolt horizontally through them. It cut a ghastly
-swath; a burst of trailing little wisps of fire. Beside me, Venta
-gasped in horror; and Jim murmured,
-
-"Fool! With what's left of those Midges that heavy cart will never move
-again."
-
-The cart had stopped. Curtmann, doubtless regretting his shot of
-exasperation, was roaring more orders. The straggling columns of his
-men came toward the cart, and all of them bunched around it in a solid
-group, out there in the center of the open glade.
-
-"Got them stalled," Jim said grimly. "Much better for us."
-
-If the poison would work. But would it? At three hundred feet we were
-still circling in great humming sweeps while again I withheld my
-signal. Did I dare send the Midges down for a general attack? Every
-shot cut them so horribly into nothingness. Off to the side, in the
-direction of the Forest City, other Midges were appearing now. Little
-groups of them, males and females, humming toward us, joining our
-circling ranks. Reinforcements. In a minute or two it seemed that a new
-thousand were here to swell our weird little army.
-
-"Look!" Jim suddenly cried triumphantly. "The enta-poison!"
-
-Up to now, in these tentative exchanges, Curtmann and his men doubtless
-had contemptuously figured that this engagement was harassing, but
-certainly nothing worse. Some of his men had been stabbed by little
-thorns. What of it? But down there now a new confusion was apparent.
-One of his men on the ground beside the cart suddenly staggered and
-fell. Then another. In the cart a group of them called with startled
-questions. Two of them by the big projector abruptly slumped in their
-seats with their fellows bending anxiously over them.
-
-A moment of startled confusion. A dozen stricken men. And then others.
-What was happening must have dawned on Curtmann. In the starlit dimness
-down there on the cart we saw the blob of his figure leap erect.
-
-And then Curtmann, at last realizing the deadliness of this menace,
-went into action! From the cart there was a little puff, with the
-hissing, popping sound of it coming up to us a few seconds later. A
-small round blob rose toward us, went harmlessly through us and burst
-up in the starlight. An electrolite-flare. It glared with a lurid,
-prismatic splash of color in the sky, illumined brightly the tiny
-flying dots of our Midges.
-
-Just that few seconds and then the great projector hurled its missile
-at us--a blob coming slowly up in an arc. The blob burst. It seemed as
-though suddenly there was an earthquake in the air-split columns of
-air rushing together with a deafening thunderclap. The air rocked me,
-hurled me sidewise; the brief roar was deafening.
-
-"A thunder-thrower!" Venta gasped as she clung to me.
-
-In the cataclysm of air the cloud of Midges was hurled into chaos,
-their bodies knocked together, whirling end over end, some of them
-dropping with broken wings.
-
-Just a few seconds, and now the blue-white starlit night had been
-transformed into a chaos of glaring light and roaring, clapping sound.
-Flares were bursting everywhere; the cracking thunderclaps came one
-upon the other in a chaos of prismatic horror. Curtmann's hand-flashes
-were stabbing recklessly up through it. One of longer range burned a
-wide swath with the bodies of Midges bursting into a myriad pin-points
-of light.
-
-In the rocking turmoil I heard Jim shouting, "Good God, we can't stay
-up here!"
-
- * * * * *
-
-Half our Midges already were gone! Everywhere little broken dots were
-drifting or falling down.
-
-"Down!" I shouted. "Venta--Meeta--tell them! Everyone down. Don't come
-back up--everyone for himself, now!"
-
-[Illustration: _Downward plunged the weird armada._]
-
-In the roaring chaos of pyrotechnic glare what was left of our Midges
-swooped to the attack. With the rocket-streams at last righting my
-whirling body, head down I plummeted. The glare from above revealed
-Curtmann's men far more plainly now. Everywhere the men were
-staggering. In the cart some of them had fallen, but others were still
-erect, frantically working the projectors and stabbing with the hand
-heat-flashes. Our Midges were among them now, desperate fluttering
-little figures, stabbing at their faces. On the ground some of the
-staggering men were trying to get into the forest underbrush. I
-plummeted toward a group of them.
-
-I hit the ground in the midst of a staggering group, with a thump that
-all but knocked the breath from me. Two of the men staggered at me. I
-was unarmed. My fist knocked one down, and I gripped the other as he
-half fell upon me. He was still clutching his flash-gun. I seized it,
-knocked him away and rose again into the roaring tumult of the air.
-
-"Art! You got a gun? So did I."
-
-Jim was here with me; side by side we rose. I saw the cart directly
-underneath me. His figure painted lurid, the desperate Curtmann was
-still erect. Almost the last one now. And I saw that he was struggling
-with a projector which had not yet been in use. A tiny figure flapped
-against my face. Little Meeta. She gripped my shoulder, clung, and her
-tiny voice gasped in my ear.
-
-"That weapon Curtmann has--the big molecule-melter--very
-long-range--the Forest City."
-
-With a burst of numbing horror I understood it. This projector would
-cut the forest and the ground into a leprous molten swath, out to the
-Forest City itself.
-
-I plummeted down, with Meeta still clinging desperately to my neck.
-Curtmann saw me coming. With a wild oath he dropped the projector and
-fired at me with a hand-flash. It missed. There was just a second
-when I leveled off, heading horizontally at him. The glare was on
-his sweat-bathed face, contorted with his lust; but I saw a look of
-despairing terror there as my flash drilled him and he fell as I
-swooped close over him.
-
-We rose at last, high into the starlight. So pitifully few of us,
-gathering in a little broken, circling group. Beneath us now there
-was only a lurid red-yellow fire-pit of molten bubbling rocks where
-the forest glade had been. Then the heavy turgid smoke and gas-fumes
-settled upon it like a shroud.
-
-Almost silently we struggled back through the starlight to the Forest
-City. Jim and Venta and little Meeta were here with me, but our little
-Midges were struggling to keep aloft. Dozens of them were clustering
-upon Jim and Venta and me. Their tiny, gasping voices were horrible.
-And we were the victors! It came to me then that surely whatever has
-been said and written of the futility of human killing, can never
-adequately picture it.
-
- * * * * *
-
-I think that is all I need recount. You have all heard how we returned
-to Earth, and the stir that my news brought. I should have been
-considered a charlatan perhaps, with my wild tale. But there was the
-spaceship; and Jim, Venta, and little Meeta. Scientists have inspected
-Venta now. It was an ordeal. But mostly they have been interested in
-Meeta.
-
-That is passed. There are others on Venus like Venta, and others
-like our little Midge. We are living now on Earth, with Jim near us.
-Certainly neither here, nor on Venus, do we want any turmoil.
-
-With Jim for my friend, and the adoration of little Meeta who thinks me
-in very truth, a God--and the love of my dear wife--certainly I am a
-mortal very singularly blessed.
-
-
-
-
-
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