planet. Watch closely for some sign of development, some evidence of
culture.”
Caroline nodded. “We could have missed it before.”
They went into the ship and closed the port behind them. Through the vision
plates they saw the goblins, a large crowd of them by now, lined up at the
edge of the mushroom forest, staring at the ship.
Gary lowered himself into the pilot’s chair, reached out for the warming
knob and twisted it over. Nothing happened. He twisted it back and turned
it on again. Silence swam within the ship – no sound of warming jets.
Lord, thought Gary, what a place to get stuck.
Outside the ship, equipped with a kit of tools, he crawled into the
take-off tubes, took off the plates that housed the warming assembly and
pried into their innards.
An hour later he had finished. He crawled out, grimed and smudged with
carbon.
“Nothing wrong,” he told Caroline. “No reason why they shouldn’t work.”
He tried again and they didn’t work.
He checked the feed line and the wiring. He ripped off the control panel
and went over it, wire by wire, relay by relay, tube by tube. There was
nothing wrong. But still it wouldn’t work.
“The goblins,” Caroline guessed.
He agreed. “It must be the goblins. There is nothing else to think.”
But how, he asked himself, could such simple-minded things turn an almost
foolproof, letter-perfect spaceship into a heap of junk?
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning the Hellhounds came, a small ship quartering down out of
the dawn light of the great red sun. It came down on a long smooth slant
and landed not more than half a mile away, plowing a swath through the
mushroom forest as it grounded. There was no mistaking its identity, for
its lines were distinctive and the insignia upon its bow was the insignia
that both Caroline and Gary had seen many times on the ships that screamed
down to lay bombs upon the mighty city of the Engineers.
“And us,” said Gary, “with nothing but hand guns in the locker and a ship
that we can’t lift.”
He saw the stricken look on Caroline’s face and tried to make amends.
“Maybe they won’t know who we are,” he said. “Maybe they…”
“Don’t let’s fool ourselves,” Caroline told him. “They know who we are, all
right. More than likely we’re the reason that they’re here. Maybe they…”
She hesitated and Gary asked, “Maybe they what?”
“I was thinking,” she said, “that they might have twisted the tunnel. The
mathematics might have been all right. Somebody might have brought us here.
It might have been the Hellhounds who trapped us here, knowing what we had,
knowing the knowledge that we carried. They might have brought us here and
now they’ve come to finish up the job.”
“They were not the ones who brought you here,” said a voice out of nowhere.
“You were brought here but they were not the ones who brought you. They
were brought themselves.”
Gary whirled around. “Who said that?” he shouted.
“You cannot find me,” said the voice, still talking out of nowhere. “Don’t
waste your time in trying to find me. I brought you here and I brought the
others here and only the one of you may leave… the humans or the
Hellhounds.”
“I don’t understand,” said Gary. “You are mad…”
“You are enemies, you and the Hellhounds,” said the voice. “You are equal
in number and in strength of arms. There are two of you and there are two
of them. You have small weapons only and so have they. It will be a fair
encounter.”
Fantastic, thought Gary. A situation jerked raw from a latter-day Alice in
Wonderland. A nightmare twisted out of the strange and grotesque alienness
of this splotched planet. A planet filed with goblins and with nightmares –
a fairyland turned sour.
“You want us to fight?” he asked. “Fight the Hellhounds? A sort of – well,
you might call it a duel?”
“That is exactly it,” the voice told him.
“But what good will it do?”
“You are enemies, aren’t you, human?”
“Why, yes, we are,” said Gary, “but anything that we do here won’t affect
the war one way or the other.”
“You will fight,” said the voice. “You are two and they are two and…”
“But one of us is a woman,” protested Gary. “Female humans do not engage in
duels.”
The voice did not answer, but Gary sensed frustration in a mind – perhaps a
presence rather than a mind – that was near to them.
He pressed his advantage. “You say that our arms are equal, that they have
small arms only and so have we. But you can’t be sure that the arms are
equal. Their arms, even if they are no bigger than ours, may be more
powerful. Size is not a measure for power. Or their arms may be equal, but
the Hellhounds may be better versed in their use.”
“They are small weapons,” said the voice. “They are…”
“You want this to be a fair fight, don’t you?”
“Why, yes,” said the voice. “Yes, of course, I do. That is the purpose of
it, that everything be even, so that in all fairness the two species may
test their true and proper fitness for survival.”
“But, you see,” said Gary, “you can’t be sure it’s even. You never can be
sure.”
“Yes, I can,” the voice told him and there was an insane ring of triumph in
it. “I can make sure that it will be even. You will fight without weapons.
None of you will have weapons. Just bare hands and teeth or whatever else
you may have.”
“Without…”
“That’s it. Neither of you will have weapons.”
“But they have guns,” said Gary.
“Their guns won’t work,” the voice said. “And yours won’t either. Your ship
won’t work and your guns won’t work and you will have to fight.”
Terrible laughter came from the voice, a gleeful laughter that verged on
hysteria. Then the laughter ceased and they knew that they were alone, that
the mind – or the presence – with the voice had withdrawn from them, that
it had gone elsewhere. But that it still was watching.
“Gary,” Caroline said softly.
“Yes,” said Gary.
“That voice was insane,” she said. “You caught it, didn’t you. The
overtones in it.”
He nodded. “Delusion of grandeur. Playing at God. And the worst of it is,
he can make it stick. We’ve stumbled into his yard. There isn’t a thing we
can do about it.”
Across the mushroom forest, the entrance port of the Hellhound ship was
swinging open. From it came two beings, tall and waddling things that
glimmered in the feeble light of the great red sun.
“Reptilian,” said Caroline and there was more disgust than horror in her
voice.
The Hellhounds stepped down from the ship and stood uncertainly, their
snouted faces turning toward the Earth ship, then swinging from side to
side to take in the country.
“Caroline,” said Gary, “I’ll stay here and watch. You go in and get the
guns. They are in the locker.”
“They won’t work,” said Caroline.
“I want to be sure,” Gary told her.
He heard her turn from his side and go, climbing up the ladder into the
entrance lock.
The Hellhounds still stayed near their ship. They’re confused, too, Gary
told himself. They don’t understand it any more than we do. They’re
nervous, trying to figure out just what to do.
But they wouldn’t stay that way long, he knew.
Shadows flitted in the mushroom forest. Some of the natives, perhaps,
sneaking around, keeping under cover, waiting to see what happened.
Caroline spoke from the lock. “The guns aren’t any good. They won’t work.
Just like the voice said.”
He nodded, still watching the Hellhounds. She came down the steps and stood
beside him.
“We haven’t got a chance against them,” she said. “They are brutes, strong.
They are trained for war. Killing is their business.”
The Hellhounds were walking out from their ship, heading cautiously and
slowly toward the Earth ship.
“Not too sure of themselves yet,” said Gary. “Probably we don’t look too
formidable to them, but they aren’t taking any chances… not yet. In a
little while they’ll figure that we’re comparatively harmless and they’ll
make their play.”
The Hellhounds were dog-trotting now, their scaly bodies glistening redly
in the sun, their blunt feet lifting little puffs of dust as they ran
along.
“What are we going to do, Gary?” Caroline asked.
“Fort up,” said Gary. “Fort up and do some thinking. We can’t lick these
things, hand to hand and rough and tumble. It would be like trying to
wrestle a combined alligator and grizzly bear.”
“Fort up? You mean the ship.”
Gary nodded. “We got to buy us some time. We have to get a thing or two
figured out. As it is, we’re caught flatfooted.”
“What if they find a way of getting at us, even in the ship.”