“What’s the matter?” said Grizquetr.
Green hugged him, then sat down in the chair.
“Nothing, except that that wonderful cat showed me how to activate the equipment. You do so by brushing your hand across this screen. See, I’ll bet you do the same when you want to de-activate it!”
He touched the screen. The whistle sounded again, the metal ball ceased glowing and the screens went dead. Once again he touched it, and life came back.
“Nothing to it. But chances are I’d never have found out how simple it was.”
He began sobering up. “Down to work. Let’s see…”
The six TV windows showed them the north, east, south, west, above and below. As the island was resting upon solid dirt there was, of course, nothing to see beneath.
“We’ll remedy that. But first I think we’d better see if these screens give expanding and contracting views.”
He fiddled around with the levers. When he depressed the second one, the room jumped. Hastily replacing it in neutral, Green said, “Well, we know what that one does. I’ll bet the people outside think they had a slight earthquake. They’ve seen nothing yet. Hmmm. Here, I think, is the one I want.”
He twisted a knob on the right-hand arm. All the TV’s began narrowing their field of vision. Reversing the knob, however, made them spread out their view, though the objects in them, of course, became smaller.
It took him five minutes more of cautious testing before he felt justified in beginning operations. Then he raised the island off the ground about twenty feet and rocked it back and forth. Lady Luck leaped for his lap and cowered down in it. Grizquetr, bracing himself against the table, turned pale.
“Relax, kid,” called Green. “As long as you’re going along on the ride you might as well enjoy it.”
Grizquetr grinned feebly, but when his father told him to stand behind him so he, too, could learn how to operate, he gained color and confidence.
“When we get to Estorya I may have to leave this chamber, and I’ll need somebody who can see me through the TV’s and answer my signals. You’re the candidate. You may he only a kid, but anybody who can calmly talk of slipping a knife through a man’s ribs has what it takes.”
“Thank you,” breathed Grizquetr in all sincerity.
“Here’s what I’ll do,” said Green. “I’ll roll this island back and forth until the soldiers are thoroughly panicky and seasick. And the walls around the cave are tumbled down. Then we’ll lower to earth again and give the rats a chance to desert the ship. But we’re no sinking ship, not us. After everybody that’s able has fled to the plains, we’ll take off at top speed for Estorya.”
Fascinated, the boy watched the screens and saw the soldiers run off into the early morning light, yelling, their eyes and mouths bulging with horror. Some, wounded, crawled off.
“I feel sorry for them,” said Green, “but somebody’s got to get hurt before this is over and I’d rather it wasn’t us.”
He pointed to the ‘scopes, which still indicated the ring of towers.
“As long as this island was on automatic it couldn’t pass those inhibitories. But I’ve by-passed that with this switch. Now, we go ahead, and not over the towers, as we could easily do, but through them. I think we’ve got the weight behind us.”
There was a slight shock, the rooms trembled, then the towers before them were gone and they were speeding across the plain. Minute by minute Green increased their rate, until he thought they must be making about a hundred and twenty-five miles an hour.
“Those dials are probably telling me my speed,” he said to Grizquetr. “But I can’t read their alphabet or numerical system. It doesn’t matter.”
He laughed as he watched ‘rollers wheel hard aport or hard to starboard in a frenzy to get out of their way. The rails and ratlines were lined with white faces, like rags of terror fluttering in the breeze of the island’s passage.
“If there were time to send a message, I imagine we’d encounter the whole Estoryan fleet,” said Green. “What a battle that would be! Rather, what a massacre, for this craft is built for eating up whole navies.”