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Skylark Vol 4 – Skylark DuQuesne – E.E. Doc Smith

mighty fortresses precisely as efficacious against one certain type of attack as that

many cubic miles of sheerest vacuum.

4, LLURDI AND FENACHRONE

THE type of attack which was about to challenge the Llurdi was from a source no

civilized human would have believed still existed.

If Richard Seaton, laboring at Earth’s own defenses uncountable parsecs away, had

been told of it, he would flatly have declared the story a lie. He ought to know, he would

have said. That particular danger to the harmony of the worlds had long since been

destroyed . . . and he was the man who had destroyed it!

When the noisome planet of the Fenachrone was destroyed it was taken for granted

that Ravindau and his faction of the Party of Postponement of Universal Conquest, who

had fled from the planet just before its destruction, were the last surviving members of

their monstrous race. When they in turn were destroyed it was assumed that no

Fenachrone remained alive.

That assumption was wrong. There was another faction of the Party of Postponement

much larger than Ravindau’s, much more secretive, and much better organized.

Its leader, one Sleemet, while an extremely able scientist, had taken lifelong pains that

neither his name nor his ability should become known to any except a select few. He

was as patriotic as was any other member of his race; he believed as implicitly as did

any other that the Fenachrone should and one day would rule not only this one

universe, but the entire Cosmic All. However, he believed, and as firmly, that The Day

should not be set until the probability of success of the project should begin to approach

unity as a limit.

According to Sleemet’s exceedingly rigorous analysis, the time at which success would

become virtually certain would not arrive for at least three hundred Fenachronian years.

From the day of Fenor’s accession to the throne Sleemet had been grimly certain that

this Emperor Fenor-head-strong, basically ignorant, and inordinately prideful even for

an absolute monarch of the Fenachrone-would set The Day during his own reign;

centuries before its proper time.

Therefore, for over fifty years, Sleemet had been preparing for exactly the eventuality

that came about, and:

Therefore, after listening to only a few phrases of the ultimatum given to Emperor Fenor

by Sacner Carfon of Dasor, speaking for the Overlord Seaton and his Forces of

Universal Peace, Sleemet sent out his signal and:

Therefore, even before Ravindau’s forces began to board their single vessel Sleemet’s

fleet of seventeen superdreadnoughts was out in deep space, blasting at full-

emergency fifth-order cosmic-energy drive away from the planet so surely doomed.

Surely doomed? Yes. Knowing vastly more about the sixth order than did any other of

his race, he was the only one of his race who knew anything about the Overlord of the

Central System; of who and what that Overlord was and of what that Overlord had

done. He, Sleemet, did not want any part of Richard Ballinger Seaton. Not then or ever.

Curse Fenor’s abysmal stupidity! Since a whole new Fenachrone planet would now

have to be developed, the Conquest could not be begun for more than three hundred

years!

While Sleemet knew much more about the sixth order than Ravindau did, he did not

have the sixth-order drive and it took him and his scientists and engineers several

months to develop and to perfect it. Thus their fleet was still inside the First Galaxy

when they finally changed drives and began really to travel-on a course that, since it

was laid out to reach the most distant galaxies of the First Universe, would of necessity

lie within two and a quarter hundreds of thousands of light-years of the galaxy in which

the Realm of the Llurdi lay.

As has been intimated, the Llurdi were literal folk. When any llanzlan issued a directive

he meant it literally, and it was always as literally carried out.

Thus, when Llanzlan Klazmon ordered the construction of an installation of such a

nature that “no even theoretically possible attack on this planet will succeed” he meant

precisely that-and that was precisely what was built. Nor, since the Llurdi had full

command of the fourth and fifth orders, and some sixth-order apparatus as well, was

the task overlong in the doing.

The entire one-hundred-six-mile circumference of Llurdias and a wide annulus outside

the city proper were filled with tremendous fortresses; each of which was armed and

powered against any contingency to which Computer Prime -almost half a cubic mile of

miniaturization packed with the accumulated knowledges and happenings of some

seventy thousand years-could assign a probability greater than point zero zero zero

one.

Each of those fortresses covered five acres of ground; was low and flat. Each was built

of super-hard, super-tough, super-refractory synthetic. Each had twenty-seven

highrising, lightning-rodlike spikes of the same material. Fortress-shell and spikes

through closely spaced cast-in tubes; and the entire periphery of each fortress, as well

as dozens of interior relief-points, went deep into constantly water-soaked, heavily

salted ground. Each fortress sprouted scores of antennae-parabolic, box, flat, and

straight-and scores of heavily insulated projectors of shapes to be defined only by a

professional mathematician of solid geometry.

And how the Llurdan detectors could now cover space! The Jelm Mergon, long before

his abortive attempt to break jail, had developed a miniaturized monitor station that

could detect, amplify, and retransmit on an aimed tight beam any fifth- or sixth-order

signal from and to a distance of many kiloparsecs.

Hundreds of these “mergons” were already out in deep space. Now mergons were

being manufactured in lots of a thousand, and in their thousands they were being

hurled outward from Llurdiax, to cover-by relays en cascadenot only the Llurdan galaxy

and a great deal of intergalactic space, but also a good big chunk of inter-universal

space as well.

The Fenachrone fleet bored on through inter-galactic space at its distance-devouring

sixth-order pace. Its fourth-, fifth-, and sixth-order detector webs fanned out far-“far” in

the astronomical sense of the word-ahead of it. They were set to detect, not only the

most tenuous cloud of gas, but also any manifestation whatever upon any of the known

bands of any of those orders. Similar detectors reached out to an equal distance above

and below and to the left of and to the right of the line of flight; so that the entire forward

hemisphere was on continuous web of ultra-tenuous but ultra-sensitive detection.

And, as that fleet approached a galaxy lying well to “starboard”-the term was still in use

aboard ship except for matters of record, since the direction of action of artificial gravity,

whatever its actual direction, was always “down”-two sets of detectors tripped at once.

The squat and monstrous officer on watch reported this happening instantly, of course,

to Sleemet himself; and of course Sleemet himself went instantly into action. He

energized his flagship’s immense fifth-order projector.

Those detections could have only one meaning. There was at least one solar system in

that galaxy peopled by entities advanced enough to work with forces of at least the fifth

order. They should be destroyed-that is, he corrected himself warily, unless they were

allied with or belonged to that never-to-be-sufficiently-damned Overlord of the Central

System of the First Galaxy . . . But no, at this immense distance the probability of that

was vanishingly small.

They might, however, have weapons of the sixth. The fact that there were no such

devices in operation at the moment did not preclude that possibility.

Very unlike the late unlamented Fenor he, First Scientist Sleemet, was not stupidly and

arrogantly sure that the Fenachrone were in fact the ablest, most intelligent, and most

powerful race of beings in existence. He would investigate, of course. But he would do it

cautiously.

The working projections of the Fenachrone were tight patterns of force mounted on tight

beams. Thus, until they began to perform exterior work, they were virtually indetectable

except by direct interception and hard-driven specific taps. Sleemet knew this to be a

fact; whether the projection was on, above, or below the target planet’s surface and

even though that planet was so far away that it would take light hundreds of centuries to

make the oneway trip.

The emanations of his vessels’ sixth-order cosmic-energy drive, however, were very

distinctly something else. They could not be damped out or masked and they could be

detected very easily by whoever or whatever it was that was out there . . . Yes, an

exploration would not change matters at all…

As a matter of fact, the Fenachrone Fleet’s emanations had been detected a full two

seconds since.

A far-outpost mergon had picked it up and passed it along to a second, which in turn

had relayed it inward to its Number Three, which finally had delivered it to Computer

Prime on incredibly distant Llurdiax.

There, in Hall Prime of Computation, a section supervisor had flicked the switch that

had transferred the unusual bit of information to his immediate superior, Head

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