He bolted his food and was out at his job before it was far past dawn. But eager as he was to get to work, he paused just to look at the earth scuffed up by his boots, to stare for a long moment at a stalk of tough grass and remember with, a thrill which never lessened that this was not native earth or grass, that he stood where none of his race, or even of his kind, had stood before-on a new planet in a new solar system.
Raf’s expert training and instruction paid off. By evening he had the flitter assembled save for the motor which still reposed on the turning block. One party had gone questing out into the grass and returned with the story of a stream hidden in a gash in the plain, and Wonstead carried the limp body of a rabbit-sized furred creature he had knocked over at the waterside.
“Acted tame.” Wonstead was proud of his kill. “Stupid thing just stood and watched me while I let fly with a stone.”
Raf picked up the little body. Its fur was red-brown, plush thick, and very soft to the touch. The breast was creamy white and the forepaws curiously short with an uncanny re semblance to his own hands. Suddenly he wished that Won stead had not killed it, though he supposed that Chou, their biologist, would be grateful. grateful. But the animal looked particu larly defenseless. It would have been better not to mark their first day on this new world with a killing-even if it were the knocking over of a stupid rabbit thing. The pilot was glad when Chou bore it off and he no longer had to look at it.
It was after the evening meal that Raf was called into consultation by the officers to receive his orders. When he reported that the flitter, barring unexpected accidents, would be air-borne by the following afternoon, he was shown an enlarged picture from the records made during the descent of the RS 10.
There was a city, right enough-showing up well from the air. Hobart stabbed a finger down into the heart of it.
“This lies south from here. We’ll cruise in that direction.”
Raf would have liked to ask some questions of his own. The city photographed was a sizable one. Why then this deserted land here? Why hadn’t the inhabitants been out to investigate the puzzle of the space ship’s landing? He said slowly, “I’ve mounted one gun, sir. Do you want the other installed? It will mean that the flitter can only carry three instead of four-“
Hobart pulled his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger. He glanced at his lieutenant then to Lablet, sitting quietly to one side. It was the latter who spoke first.
“I’d say this shows definite traces of retrogression.” He touched the photograph. “The place may even be only a ruin.”
“Very well. Leave off the other gun,” Hobart ordered crisply. “And be ready to fly at dawn day after tomorrow with full field kit. You’re sure she’ll have at least a thousand-mile cruising radius?”
Raf suppressed a shrug. How could you tell what any machine would do under new conditions? The flitter had been put through every possible test in his home world. Whether she would perform as perfectly here was another matter.
“They thought she would, sir,” he replied. “I’ll take her up for a shakedown run tomorrow after the motor is installed.”
Captain Hobart dismissed him with a nod, and Raf was glad to clatter down ladders into the cool of the evening once more. Flying high in a formation of two lanes were some distant birds, at least he supposed they were birds. But he did not call attention to them. Instead he watched them out of sight, lingering alone with no desire to join those crew members who had built a campfire a little distance from the ship. The flames were familiar and cheerful, a portion, somehow, of their native world transported to the new.
Raf could hear the murmur of voices. But he turned and went to the flitter. Taking his hand torch, he checked the work he had done during the day. Tomorrow-tomorrow he could take her up into the blue-green sky, circle out over the sea of grass for a short testing flight. That much he wanted to do.
But the thought of the cruise south, of venturing toward that sprawling splotch Hobart and Lablet identified as a city was somehow distasteful, and he was reluctant to think about it.’
3
SNAKE-DEVIL’S TRAIL
DALGARD drew the waterproof covering back over his bow, making a careful job of it, preparatory to their pushing out to sea once more. But he was as intent upon what Sssuri had to tell as he was on his occupation of the moment.
“But that is not even a hopper rumor,” he was protesting, breaking into his companion’s flow of thought.
“No. But, remember, to the runners yesterday is very far away. One night is like another; they do not reckon time as we do, nor lay up memories for future guidance. They left their native hunting grounds and are drifting south. And only a very great peril would lead the runners into such a break. It is against all their instincts!”
“So, long ago-which may be months, weeks, or just days there came death out of the sea, and those who lived past its coming fled-“.Dalgard repeated the scanty information Sssuri had won for them the night before by patient hour-long coaxing. “What kind of death?”
Sssuri’s, great eyes, somber and a little tired, met his. “To us there is only one kind of death to be greatly feared.”
“But there are the snake-devils-“ protested the colony scout.
“To be hunted down by snake-devils is death, yes. But it is a quick death, a death which can come to any living thing that is not swift or wary enough. For to the snakedevils all things that live and move are merely meat to fill the aching pit in their swollen bellies. But there were in the old days other deaths, far worse than what one meets under a snake-devil’s claws and fangs. And those are the deaths we fear.” He was running the smooth haft of his spear back and forth through his fingers as if testing the balance of the weapon because the time was not far away when he must rely upon it.
“Those Others!” Dalgard shaped the words with his lips as well as in his mind.
“Just so.” Sssuri did not nod, but his thought was in complete agreement.
“Yet they have not come before-not since the ship of my fathers landed here,” Dalgard protested, not against Sssuri’s judgment but against the whole idea.
The merman got to his feet, sweeping his arm to indicate not only the cove where they now sheltered but the continent behind it.
“Once they held all this. Then they warred and killed, until but a handful lay in cover to lick their wounds and wait. It has been many threes of seasons since they left that cover. But now they come again-to loot their place of secrets Perhaps in the time past they have forgotten much so that now they must renew their knowledge.”
Dalgard stowed the bow in the bottom of the outrigger. “I think we had better go and see,” he commented, “so that we may report true tidings to our Elders-something more than rumors learned from night runners.”
“That is so.”
They paddled out to sea and turned the prow of the light! craft north. The character of the land did not change. Cliffs‘ still walled the coast, in some places rising sheer from the: water, in others broken by a footing of coarse beach. Only, flying things were to be sighted over their rocky crowns.
But by midday there was an abrupt alteration in the scene. A wide river cut through the heights and gave birth to a’ fan-shaped delta thickly covered with vegetation. Half hidden’. by the riot of growing things was a building of the dome’ shape Dalgard knew so well. Its windowless, doorless surface reflected the sunlight with a glassy sheen, and to casu inspection it was as untouched as it had been on the day its masters had either died within it or left it for the last time, perhaps centuries before.
“This is one way into the forbidden city,” Sssuri announced. “Once they stationed guards here.”
Dalgard had been about to suggest a closer inspection of‘ the dome but that remark made him hesitate. If it had been:. one of the fortifications rimming in a forbidden ground, there: was more than an even chance that unwary invaders, even this long after, might stumble into some trap still working, automatically.
“Do we go upriver?” He left it to Sssuri, who had the traditions of his people to guide him, to make the decision. _