penetrant timbre that it almost exploded every cell of his brain. It seemed as though
some mighty fist, armed with yard-long needles, had slugged an actual blow into the
most vitally sensitive nerve-center” of his being.
Communication ceased, and the Lensman knew, with a sick, shuddering
certainty, that while in the very act of talking to him a Lensman had died.
CHAPTER 10
Trenco
Judged by any earthly standards the planet trenco was-and is-a peculiar one indeed. Its
atmosphere, which is not sir, and its liquid, which is not water, are its two outstanding
peculiarities and the sources of most of its others. Almost half of that atmosphere and
by far the greater part of the liquid phase of the planet is a substance of extremely low
latent heat of vaporization, with a boiling point such that during the daytime it is a vapor
and at night a liquid. To make matters worse, the other constituents of Trenco’s
gaseous envelope are of very feeble blanketing power, low specific heat, and of high
permeability, so that its days are intensely hot and its nights are bitterly cold.
At night, therefore, it rains. Words are entirely inadequate to describe to anyone
who has never been there just how it does rain during Trenco’ s nights. Upon Earth one
inch of rainfall in an hour is a terrific downpour. Upon Trenco that amount of
precipitation would scarcely be considered a mist, for along the equatorial belt, in less
than thirteen Tellurian hours, it rains exactly forty-seven feet and five inches every
night-no more no less, each and every night of every year.
Also there is lightning. Not in Terra’s occasional flashes, but in one continuous,
blinding glare which makes night as we know it unknown there in nerve-wracking,
battering, sense-destroying discharges which make ether and sub-ether alike
impenetrable to any ray or signal short of a full driven power beam. The days are
practically as bad. The lightning is not violent then, but the bombardment of Trenco’s
monstrous sun, through that outlandishly peculiar atmosphere, produces almost the
same effect.
Because of the difference in pressure set up by the enormous precipitation
always and everywhere upon Trenco there is wind-and what a wind( Except at the very
poles, where it is too cold for even Trenconian life to exist, there is hardly a spot in
which or a time at which an Earthly gale would not be considered a dead calm, and
along the equator, at every sunrise and at every sunset, the wind blows from the day
side to the night side at the rate of well over eight hundred miles an hour!
Through countless thousands of years wind and wave have planed and scoured
the planet Trenco to a geometrically perfect oblate spheroid. It has no elevations and
no depressions. Nothing fixed in an-Earthly sense grows or exists upon its surface, no
structure has ever been built there able to stay in one place through one whole day of
the cataclysmic meteorological phenomena which constitute the natural Trenconian
environment.
There live upon Trenco two types of vegetation, each type having innumerable
sub-divisions. One type sprouts in the mud of morning, flourishes flatly, by dint of
deeply sent and powerful roots, during the wind and the heat of the day, comes to full
fruit in later afternoon, and at sunset dies and is swept away by the flood. The other
type is freeloading. Some of its genera are remotely like footballs, others resemble
tumbleweeds, still others thistledown,, hundreds of others have not their remotest
counterparts upon Earth. Essentially, however, they are alike in habits of life. They can
sink in the “water” of Trenco, then can burrow in its mud, from which they derive part of
their sustenance, they can emerge therefrom into the sunlight, they can, undamaged
float in or roll along before the ever-present Trenconian wind, and they can enwrap,
entangle, or otherwise seize and hold anything with which they come in contact which
by any chance may prove edible.
Animal life, too, while abundant and diverse, is characterized by three qualities.
From lowest to very highest it is amphibious, it is streamlined, and it is omnivorous. Life
upon Trenco is hard, and any form of life to evolve there must of stern necessity be
willing yes, even anxious, to eat literally anything available. And for that reason all
surviving forms of life, vegetable and animal, have a voracity and a fecundity almost
unknown anywhere else in the galaxy.
Thionite, the noxious drug referred to earlier in this narrative, is the sole reason
for Trenco’s galactic importance. As chlorophyll is to Earthly vegetation, so is thionite to
that of Trenco. Trenco is the only planet thus far known upon which this substance
occurs, nor have our scientists even yet been able either to analyze or to synthesize it.
Thionite is capable of affecting only the races who breathe oxygen and possess warm
blood, red with hemoglobin. However, the planets peopled by such races are legion,
and very shortly after the drug’s discovery hordes of addicts smugglers, peddlers, and
out-and-out pirates were rushing toward the new Bonanza. Thousands of these
adventurers died, either from each other’s ray-guns or under an avalanche of hungry
Trenconian life, but, thionite being what it is, thousands more kept coming. Also came
the Patrol, to curb the evil traffic at its source by b laming down ruthlessly any being
attempting to gather any Trenconian vegetation.
Thus between the Patrol and the drug syndicate there rages a bitterly continuous
battle to the death. Arrayed against both factions is the massed life of the noisome
planet, omnivorous as it is, eternally ravenous, and of an individual power and ferocity
and a collective aggregate of numbers by no means to be despised. And eternally
raging against all these contending parties are the wind, the lightning, the rain, the
flood, and the hellish vibratory output of Trenco’ s enormous, malignant, blue-white sun.
This, then, was the planet upon which Kinnison had to land in order to repair his
crippled Bergenholm-and in the end how well it was to be that such was the case!
“Kinnison of Tellus, greetings. Tregonsee of Rigel IV calling from Trenco space-
port. Have you ever landed on this planet before?”
“No, but what . . . . .
“Skip that for a time, it is most important that you land here quickly and safely.
Where are you in relation to this planet?”
“Your apparent diameter is a shade under six degrees. We are near the plane of
your ecliptic and almost in the plane of your terminator, on the morning side.”
‘That is well, you have ample time. Place your ship between Trenco and the sun.
Enter the atmosphere exactly fifteen GP minutes from the present moment, at twenty
degrees after meridian, as nearly as possible on the ecliptic, which is also our equator.
Go inert as you enter atmosphere, for a free landing upon this planet is impossible.
Synchronize with our rotation, which is twenty six point two GP hours. Descend
vertically until the atmospheric pressure is seven hundred millimeters of mercury, which
will be at an altitude of approximately one thousand meters. Since you rely largely upon
that sense called sight, allow me to caution you now not to trust it. When your external
pressure is seven hundred millimeters of mercury your altitude will be one thousand
meters, whether you believe it or not. Stop at that pressure and inform me of the fact,
meanwhile holding yourself as nearly stationary as you can. Check so far?”
“QX-but do you mean to tell me that we can’t locate each other at a thousand
meters?” Kinnison s amazed thought escaped him. “What kind of . . . . .”
“I can locate you, but you cannot locate me,” came the dry reply. “Everyone
knows that Trenco is peculiar, but no one who has never been here can realize even
dimly how peculiar it really is. Detectors and spy-rays are useless, electro-magnetics
are practically paralyzed, and optical apparatus is distinctly unreliable. You cannot trust
your vision here-do not believe anything you see. It used to require days to land a ship
at this port, but with our Lenses and my `sense of perception,’ as you call it, it will be a
matter of minutes.”
Kinnison flashed his ship to the designated position.
“Cut the Berg, Thorndyke, we’re all done with it. We’ve got to build up an inert
velocity to match the rotation, and land inert.”
‘Thanks be to all the gods of space for that.” The engineer heaved a sigh of
relief. “I’ve been expecting it to blow its top for the last hour, and I don’t know whether
we’d ever have got it meshed in again or not.”
“QX on location and orbit,” Kinnison reported to the as yet invisible space-port a
few minutes later. “Now, what about that Lensman? What happened?”
“The usual thing,” came the emotionless response. “It happens to altogether too
many Lensmen who can see, in spite of everything we can tell them He insisted upon