Title: Sword of Fire
Author: McDowell, Robert Emmett
Language: English
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                             SWORD OF FIRE

                          By EMMETT McDOWELL

           Jupiter Jones, naked and helpless in the slime of
            that vile world, cursed the space warp that had
            flung him down among its groveling mutants. For
            their rising, excited whispers proclaimed him a
           knight in shining armor--the bright weapon in his
         hands their only hope against the terrible octopods!

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
                      Planet Stories Winter 1949.
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


The Mizar, a glittering needle with stubby, backswept wings, hurtled
out of deep space, arced into orbital flight a thousand kilometers
above the surface of the planet. The starship had approached from the
night side. Now, as it decelerated rapidly, it flashed into the raw
orange daylight of the planet's K1 type sun, angled downward into the
stratosphere.

Inside the Mizar's control blister, Jupiter Jones lifted red-rimmed
eyes to the fuel gauge. It showed only a few centigrams left. Little
more than enough to land.

He swore under his breath, hunched lower over the controls, a long,
loose-framed man with a shock of red hair and vivid green eyes. The
olive uniform of the Galactic Colonization Board was wrinkled as if
it had been slept in, and he had allowed his beard to grow. The bushy
orange-red mass of it hid his face almost to the eyes.

He was alone in the ship. He'd been alone, operating the Mizar
single-handed since Briggs, his co-pilot, had gone crazy and killed
himself.

It had been a damned inconsiderate thing for Briggs to do, Jones felt.
Not that he could altogether blame the co-pilot.

They had blundered into a space warp beyond Alpha Centaurus. The Mizar
had been flung into an uncharted region of the cosmos, hundreds,
perhaps thousands of parsecs from Sol. Hopelessly lost, the chance of
ever finding their way back to Earth had been slimmer than trying to
locate one certain atom of oxygen in Earth's envelope of air. Briggs
had cracked under the strain.

When the co-pilot had failed to relieve him at the end of his watch,
Jupiter Jones had switched the controls over to "George," the robot
pilot, and had gone in search of him. He'd found Briggs dead in his
bunk. An analysis of his stomach had revealed that he'd taken cyanide.
There had been no note. Nothing.

He had recorded the tragedy in the log along with a biting opinion of
the Psychiatric Board for allowing a man with a flaw in his psychosis
to be assigned to advance exploration. Then he'd heaved the body out
the refuse port.

Well, he was still lost, Jupiter Jones reflected savagely. Fortunately
though, he'd discovered this huge K1 type sun with its system of seven
planets while he still had fuel enough to reach it.

Spectroscopic observations had revealed that the second planet
possessed an atmosphere high in oxygen and showing traces of water
vapor. It was a small world about the size of Mars and uncomfortably
close to its flaming orange sun, but it had been his only bet.

He glanced obliquely at the fuel gauge again. His lips thinned, and he
dropped his eyes to the scanner.

Immediately, the surface seemed to bounce up at him. Dense jungles. The
sheen of an inland sea. The terrain flowed past like an immense relief
map.

Then he saw the city.

       *       *       *       *       *

It rose at the edge of the sea, all turrets and spires and battlements
like a walled medieval town. He caught a glimpse of quays with ships
warped against them, of cultivated fields like a vast checkerboard.
Then the Mizar had flashed past. The city seemed to dwindle and vanish,
only the sparkle of orange sunlight on the spires lingering an instant
longer.

Jupiter Jones blew out his breath. His first reaction had been to swing
the Mizar around, but caution prevailed. He was too old a hand at
Galactic exploration to burst unannounced on an alien culture.

The terrain below had been growing progressively rougher. Just ahead a
range of mountains reared saw-edged peaks into the clouds. He nursed
the Mizar along until the gorges fell away beneath him like blue-green
troughs. There was no sign of habitation anywhere.

He braked and banked, spiraling lower and lower, dropping into a deep
valley with a river cutting through it like a silver thread. At the
last moment, he frantically buckled himself down and cut in "George".

Flame bellowed around the Mizar as the automatic landing jets burst
into life. With a fierce crackling roar the star ship sliced through
the tangled vegetation, came to rest a hundred meters from the river.

Jupiter Jones threw off the safety straps, stood up, feeling a tingle
of excitement take hold of him.

He was down, the ship resting on the crust of a strange world. A world
that might well be his home for the rest of his natural life.

It was a dismaying thought.

With gravity dragging at his feet once more, he moved to the
transparent rind of the thermoplas blister and stared out.

The landing jets had charred a huge swathe in the vegetation, charred
it to the finest ash and baked the ground like brick, leaving a wall of
jungle hemming the ship in.

Nothing moved.

He flicked on the outside amplifiers, but the silence was tomb-like.
The thunder of his descent must have frightened off all the wild life.

He was conscious of a cumulative weariness like an ache. Experience
had taught him the necessity of being fresh before venturing into an
alien environment. He entered his landing in the log, switched on the
electronic alarm.

"Let 'George' keep watch," he thought. "George's" senses were keener
than any human's, and "George" could be depended on!

With a last glance at the dark mass of jungle, he climbed down the
ladder to the cabin, flung himself into his bunk.

He was awakened by the wild ringing of the alarm bell.

       *       *       *       *       *

Jupiter Jones sprang from his bunk. It seemed as if his head had barely
touched the pillow; but as he yanked himself through the well to the
control blister above, he saw that night had fallen.

The bluish pallor of the riding lights illuminated the instruments.
Through the skin of the blister, he could see the black vault of the
heavens sparkling with unfamiliar constellations. But that was all. The
Mizar, itself, seemed to be lying in a vale of tar-like darkness.

The clamor of the bell never abated. It drowned out any sound that
might be coming through the amplifiers.

He shut it off. As the ringing fell silent, he could hear coughing
grunts. The hair on the nape of his neck rose like the hackles of a dog
and he switched on the floodlights.

Instantly the burn blazed with a fierce white illumination. He caught a
glimpse of a dozen startled figures at the edge of the jungle!

They were human--in shape at least--tall, kilted men with long red
hair and copper colored features. Blinded by the light they stood in
postures of frozen surprise.

Staring out from the darkened blister, Jupiter Jones thought he'd
never seen such feral savagery as was reflected in their expressions.
Like--like mad wolves! They were armed with bows. Swords dangled from
harness over their backs. Two of them carried a litter.

A frown clouded Jupiter's face.

The litter-bearers belonged to a different race. They were squat,
naked, powerful brutes, their slick hides tinged a greenish cast. But
it wasn't altogether that. The pair had a passive, resigned look like
oxen.

Like the beasts of burden they appeared to be, he thought. Probably
a slave race. Then his whole attention was focused on the fantastic
creature in the litter.

It was no bigger than a large monkey. Eight spidery arms sprouted from
its grotesque body which was covered with a glittering purple shell
like a huge mollusk. Jupiter Jones noted these details almost before
the creatures recovered from their surprise at the blinding light. His
first impression of the purple-shelled octopod in the litter had been
that it must be a captive.

Then the octopod raised a silver tube to an orifice in its head, blew a
single, piercing note.

The two slate-green porters wheeled and bore the thing off into the
jungle. The half dozen naked, copper-skinned warriors followed hard on
their heels for all the world like a pack of fox hounds.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Lord, he thought; what was that thing? Could it have been the dominant
life form?

He switched out the floodlights, reset the alarm. His first exultation
at finding a habitable and inhabited world began to give way to a
gnawing distrust.

Suddenly the darkness appeared malignant, concealing hosts of savage
brute-men, unguessable horrors. There was the feel of movement out
there. He heard something grunt and thrash in the underbrush followed
by a squealing noise like a stuck pig.

He shivered, glanced at the photo-electric chronometer.

The sun had set at nine hours, Earth time, he saw. It was fifteen
o'clock now. He had ascertained the rotation of the planet while still
out in space and knew it wouldn't be light for three hours yet.

He set himself to the task that had occupied him during every leisure
moment since the warp had hurled the Mizar beyond the known regions of
space--charting the stars in an effort to locate himself.

But he couldn't concentrate. He kept listening subconsciously for any
untoward sound of the world outside.

       *       *       *       *       *

His real name was Jones RV860-09-34271. The Jupiter had been pinned on
because he had been marooned once on that planet for three months and
had lived to tell about it.

There were two things which Jupiter especially didn't like. He didn't
like men; and he didn't like women.

He prided himself on being self-sufficient and tough--and he was tough,
morally tough, and physically and intellectually tough. He had grown up
in the stews of Venusport, fending for himself since the age of nine.
Because he'd never seen the stars, he'd had one consuming ambition--to
go to space.

He had studied, worked and fought his way through the Galactic
Colonization Board's Institute of Technology. The Institute was a
hard school. The men of the advance exploratory units, the special
corpsmen, had to be well versed in all sciences from astro-physics to
zoomorphology.

No one had believed that Jupiter could make it. Briggs, who had been an
upper classman, had ridden him unmercifully. All of which had merely
crystallized his determination. In the end he'd graduated with top
honors.

It was the same sort of determination that sustained him at this moment.

Jupiter had long since reached the dismaying conclusion that the Mizar
had been swept entirely beyond the local system, even beyond any of the
adjacent star clusters. That was the final straw that had caused Briggs
to crack.

At the thought of Briggs, Jupiter Jones spat into the waste chute and
arranged his lank frame before the powerful electronic telescope with
which all the ships of advance exploration were equipped. But he didn't
use it right away. Instead, he gazed upward at the star-encrusted
heavens.

The milky way, he saw, began down near the horizon, though it climbed
less than a third of the way up into the sky. The rest of that
tremendous path was blotted out by an inky blackness.

He tugged at his beard. There was something familiar about that black
pall, and he turned to the star charts again.

Sure enough the "rift", a dark nebula, split the milky way from the
constellations of Centaurus to Cygnus!

He must be very close to it, perhaps within a few light years, for it
to blot out so much of the super galaxy. But was it the same one? There
were hundreds of these dark nebulae. And even if it was, on what side
of it was he in relation to Earth?

His elation slowly ebbed.

Pulling out his notes, he recommenced the endless task of mapping the
universe. He kept hard at it until the giant orange sun had suffused
the sky with a saffron light, blotting out the stars.

The Mizar was only one of many such units probing the local star
system in search of habitable worlds. Their role in the long Galactic
Colonization plan was to make a superficial examination: vegetation,
atmosphere, dominant life form if any and report their findings. Later,
depending on the reports of these advance units, the real exploration
by staffs of specialists commenced.

Although Jupiter was sure the planet was too many light years off ever
to be colonized, he entered the composition of the air in the log from
force of habit.

He broke out the emergency pack, selected a semi-automatic carbine
from the Mizar's arsenal. He added electroscope, geiger counter, ultra
violet ray lamp and prospecting tools to the load. If he ever were
to lift the Mizar from the surface again, he must find a deposit of
uranium or thorium bearing minerals.

Then he shaved off his great red beard, revealing a hard face, bold
featured with a wide, thin-lipped mouth. He slung the load to his
shoulders, opened the main port.

A strong saffron sunlight beat into his eyes as he let himself to the
ground. He stood still a moment, feeling the dirt press against the
soles of his feet, examining the blank hostile wall of jungle, tasting
the moist warm air.

Bird-like creatures flitted through the foliage. The vegetation looked
mesozoic with its great pulpy stems and fern-like fronds. One of the
bird things sailed overhead. It was apple green and appeared as if it
might be some freakish symbiosis of plant and animal.

Damn Briggs, he thought for the hundredth time. It was suicidal to
attempt the exploration of a strange world alone!


                                  II

Jupiter started cautiously for the river, his feet kicking up little
puffs of the powdery ash left by the jets. When he reached the jungle,
he halted again, unpleasant memories of the cannibal plants of Sirius
III in the back of his mind. Then, setting his jaw, he forged ahead.

It was hot and green in the jungle. Sweat coursed down his face,
plastered his tunic to his back.

He had gone less than thirty meters when he broke into a well traveled
trail paralleling the river.

Jupiter Jones' nostrils flared. He came to an abrupt halt. Although
he wasn't yet thirty-five, he was known as an old man in the special
corps. He had survived partly because of an instinct of danger that was
almost psychic.

He sensed it now in the sudden dryness of his mouth, the hammering of
his heart as his adrenal glands surcharged his blood. Then away in the
distance, he heard the winding of a horn!

At least, it sounded like a horn. His hands tightened about the carbine
and he held his breath. But though he listened for some time, the sound
wasn't repeated.

Gradually, the valley narrowed. Tall cliffs towered above him like
the jaws of a vise. He had gone about five miles, the limit he had
set himself for the first day, when he caught the sound of splashing
mingled with laughter.

He stopped in midstride, his nerves atingle. The sounds went on
punctuated by giggling screams. He slid the safety off the carbine,
crept forward.

A hundred meters upstream the jungle on the opposite bank gave way to
meadows that swelled up to meet the talus at the foot of a towering
thousand foot cliff.

Where the meadow dipped down to the stream there was a little gravel
beach, and a band of women and children were splashing in the shallow
water.

Jupiter stood stock still, peering out from the forest like a tiger.

The women were tall, brown-skinned, their hair wet and glistening like
seals. Naked children squealed and played among the pebbles of the
beach.

His glance strayed beyond them to the cliffs, which were pitted by cave
mouths, broken by ledges. He could distinguish the figures of men and
women in breechclouts and skins clinging to the face of the rock like
flies.

These people had neither the brutish look of the green-skinned slaves
he'd seen last night, nor yet the ferocity of the warriors. He felt the
hot sluggish breeze shift, blowing from him towards the bathers.

Instantly, the women were thrown into a panic. Those with children
snatched them up, and the whole pack broke from the water, fled
screaming towards the cliffs!

Jupiter Jones narrowed his eyes in alarm. Their sense of smell must
be keen as a hound's! He could see the males leaping down the cliffs,
brandishing clubs. It reminded him of a disturbed colony of baboons
he'd seen once. Gad, but he'd stirred up a hornet's nest! He began to
back warily from the river bank.

       *       *       *       *       *

There was a grunt behind him; a branch snapped. He tried to whirl
around, bringing up his carbine. A pair of arms wrapped around him,
seized him in a crushing grip!

Shock closed Jupiter's throat. He twisted, wrenched frantically.

The arms tightened like steel cables. There were more grunts,
triumphant shouts, the crashing of underbrush.

Across the river the caveman had come to a halt. Then suddenly he saw
them turn and flee, scampering up the cliffs like terrified monkeys,
tearing at each other in their efforts to get away from the thing that
had him in its grip.

Jupiter Jones was a powerful man--doubly so on this planet of mild
gravity. Furthermore he'd been in too many tight scrapes to be overly
bothered with scruples.

Recovering from his first shock, he twisted the carbine over his
shoulder until he felt the muzzle prod into flesh and pulled the
trigger.

The flat vicious "craack!" of the rifle slapped back from the cliffs.
The arms relaxed. He wrenched himself free, spun around.

One glance told him these were the lean red-haired savages he'd seen
last night. He was already pulling the trigger as he recognized them.
The shot knocked the nearest brute off his feet.

The others hesitated, ringing him in like a pack of wolves. Down the
trail, the two green tinted porters stood nervously, the litter perched
atop their shoulders.

The glittering purple-shelled octopod was sitting bolt upright in the
litter. At this distance it looked like a huge snail--an obese snail
that has grown out of its shell. Perched on one of its tentacles was a
kite-like thing.

Jupiter jerked the gun around. But at that moment the purple-shelled
monstrosity tossed the kite-thing into the air where it spread enormous
membrane wings.

With a shock, he realized that the kite was alive--a huge, flying,
web-like bird!

He put a bullet through it. But if the shot had the least effect, it
wasn't apparent. The creature swooped at him suddenly like a hawk
dropping on a rabbit.

He shot again, then tried to hurl himself aside, but the pack hampered
his movements. One moist wing snared him, slapped around him like wet
rubber. He twisted, squirmed, toppled to the ground, rolling over and
over.

The other wing lapped around him, binding his arms to his side,
squeezing, squeezing.

The pain was intolerable.

As if from a distance, he could hear shouting. The savages had closed
around him, snarling, baying triumphantly like hounds at the kill, but
he was only dimly conscious of them.

The octopod on the litter put a silver tube to its mouth. A loud
mourning note wound through the jungle.

The horn! It was the horn he'd heard earlier. It was also the last
sound that he heard, for the terrible constriction never relaxed.
Blackness welled up suddenly behind his eyes, blotted out everything.

       *       *       *       *       *

When Jupiter Jones struggled back to consciousness, he was lying in a
cage like a wild animal.

The realization shocked him.

The cage, he saw, was about two and a half meters long, very narrow and
barely high enough for him to sit up in. It was only one of a whole row
of such cages, and they were all occupied by men and women like himself.

His gun was gone. His pack, even his clothes had been taken away from
him. He grasped one of the bars, pulled himself to a sitting posture.
His neck felt stiff and for a moment his head swam dizzily. Then the
scene jarred into focus.

Afternoon sunlight overlaid everything like an angry orange wash.
Striped tents had been pitched along the river bank. Four of the
purple-shelled octopods squatted about a cloth spread on the ground
beneath the largest pavilion.

Its sides had been raised to permit the free flow of air, and he could
see the creatures plucking food from strange vessels and goblets with
their snakey tentacles.

All about the tents green men and copper-skinned hunters milled in a
senseless jostling confusion like a circus breaking its stand.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. The octopods were being waited on by a
hairless pink-skinned species of human. That made four distinct races
he'd observed since landing. He ticked them off on his fingers--the
cave people, the red-haired fighting men, the green and stolid porters.
Now these bald, hairless white slugs of men.

The white men were doing most of the work, herding the porters about,
packing chop boxes. Jupiter frowned. An odd little protuberance, he
discovered, sprouted from the backs of all their necks.

The protuberances varied in size, some no larger than a small snail
shell, others as big as a tangerine. They were plum-colored and looked
as if they were made of horn. What the devil could the things be?

He shifted his eyes to a lank, coppery fighting man and saw that he
bore one of the things on the back of his neck also. They all did, he
realized with a sudden dryness of mouth.

All along he'd been aware vaguely of the stiffness in his spine. With
a thrill of alarm, he felt the back of his neck, touched a knob-like
thing just below the base of his skull.

The shock of the discovery left him sick at his stomach.

He examined it gently with his finger tips. It was small, hard. He had
the uncomfortable conviction that it was alive, feeding off of him like
a leech.

He tugged at it, but it was firmly anchored, the flesh about it quite
numb. In panic he tried to twist it off.

Instantly a blinding flash of pain seared through him like acid
tingling out to the very tips of his fingers. He pitched forward,
cracked his head on the bars of his cage, slid to a prone position.

For moments he lay there unable to lift a finger although his brain was
clear, lucid. It was as if the thing had perceived his intention and
had paralyzed the voluntary motor centers of his brain!

       *       *       *       *       *

With mounting horror, Jones realized that the mollusk-like organism
must be fastened directly to his spinal cord. He had best not meddle
with it again until he learned more about it.

"_Za'min--car?_" he heard a voice say behind him.

He sat up, looked around, realized with a start that the paralysis was
gone, leaving no appreciable ill effects.

There was a girl in the next cage watching him out of wide yellow
eyes. She was one of the cave people, he recognized with a scowl of
suspicion. It was impossible to mistake the air of wildness about
her--like a caged leopard.

She was quite naked, crouching in her cell with her uncombed black hair
hanging down to her sturdy brown shoulders.

"Za'min--car?" she repeated.

He shook his head. What the devil was the girl driving at?

She looked puzzled then touched her breast, said: "Lete."

"Lady?"

"Lete--Lete--Lete," she insisted, jabbing herself in the chest each
time.

She had small flashing white teeth, a pretty face, brown as sepia. In
fact she was sepia all over, a warm rich tint that made Jupiter Jones
uncomfortably conscious of the fish-belly whiteness of his own skin.

But it was her eyes that caught his interest. The iris was large,
yellow, flecked with green like a cat's eye. The pupil wasn't round but
a narrow slit.

He wondered if Lete was her name or the name of her tribe or what. He
pointed at another captive, said:

"Lete?"

The girl revolved her right shoulder with an impatient gesture that
fascinated him.

"Io. Io. Ca'min 'Kagan'!" she said, or so the words sounded. Then she
touched her breast. "Na'min 'Lete'."

Obviously the girl was trying to tell him that the cave people were
called "Kagan", but that her name was "Lete".

Pointing eagerly at the scaly octopods beneath the pavilion he said,
"What are they?" in a questioning tone.

For an instant fear mirrored itself in Lete's yellow eyes. She
shuddered, then she seemed to grasp what he wanted and said: "Anolyn."

"Anolyn," he repeated, "Anolyn." Next he pointed at the fighting men.
They were "Nehogans", the porters were "Rik'gans".

Lete was an enthusiastic teacher and Jupiter began to acquire a sizable
vocabulary. He didn't know how long they kept it up. Hours possibly.
They were interrupted by the sudden opening of his cage door.

He stared at it in amazement, for it had swung back apparently of its
own volition. There was no one within a dozen feet. There had been a
"click", and then it had opened.

Before he could grasp what was happening, he found himself crawling out
of the cage and standing up. Then he started for the pavilion where the
purple-shelled octopods--the Anolyns as Lete called them--were waiting.

His brain reeled. He tried to stop. He couldn't! He had absolutely no
command over his muscles!

It was like a nightmare. And yet his conscious mind wasn't in the least
affected.

He entered the pavilion stooping slightly and stopped--like a machine
subject to its operator's whim.

The Anolyns made no sound. They regarded him in utter silence, their
tentacles waving in the air like the feelers of a cricket.

"What do you want?" Jupiter tried to ask and found that his tongue
clove to the roof of his mouth. He'd been struck dumb!

The sweat popped out on his face, but his expression remained as
unchanged as a wooden mask.


                                  III

Altogether it was the most uncanny interview that Jupiter Jones had
ever experienced. He stood paralyzed while the Anolyns scrutinized him.

Not a sound passed between the creatures, not an expression marred
their soft white visages. It was impossible to even guess at their
thoughts.

Jupiter had more than a smattering of biology, and he'd been confronted
with weird forms of life before. But nothing so outlandish. He wished
he could get one of the Anolyns on the dissecting table in the Mizar's
laboratory.

Suddenly a thought impinged on his consciousness, an emotionless,
inhuman query:

"Where did you come from?"

He could feel the alien entity that was the octopod probing at his
brain cells with invisible feelers of thought. He could no more resist
answering than if he had been under the influence of salanedrin, the
Venusian truth serum.

"Earth. A planet of the system of Sol." He gave the galactic space
coordinates, but realized that they had no meaning outside their frame
of reference. "From beyond the stars," he amplified.

"How?" There was shock, surprise, scepticism in the thought.

He visualized the starship, the space warp that had flung him hundreds
of parsecs out of his course. But he had the feeling that he might as
well try to explain nuclear physics to a Hottentot.

He was conscious of a growing doubt in the minds of his captors--almost
as if they were afraid of him. All at once, he felt himself turn, start
out of the pavilion.

The Anolyns, he realized, must have finished their examination. But
it was a startling sensation to find himself going back across the
clearing like a sleep walker.

What had they learned? Had they picked his mind clean? One of the
fighting Nehogans separated himself from his fellows and followed him
back to the cages.

Without conscious volition, Jupiter stooped and crawled inside. The
door shut after him with a "click". The lean red-haired Nehogan
squatted on his heels just outside.

Jupiter wiped the sweat off his forehead, and instantly realized that
he had regained control of his muscles.

It was dusk, a hazy burnt amber twilight that made everything appear
as if he were wearing tinted glasses. The pink-skins had broken camp,
loaded the Rik'gans, formed them into a caravan. A detachment of
fighting men moved to the head of the procession.

Jupiter's cage was equipped like the others with stretcher poles. Two
squat porters approached and lifted it to their shoulders, moved into
line with the other captives. One of the Anolyns gave a blast on a
horn. The head of the caravan moved into the jungle.

Imperceptibly, darkness had fallen, but no lights were lit. The
inhabitants of this strange world seemed to see as well by night as by
day.

Jupiter could feel his bearers fall into a rough trot. The cage swayed,
jolted rhythmically--an upsetting motion. He felt progressively worse
and worse.

"Damn!" he thought miserably; "it's making me seasick!"

       *       *       *       *       *

The next two weeks were a period of orientation for Jupiter. The
caravan travelled by night to avoid the heat. They were fed twice
daily--a thick gruel-like substance in which chunks of meat and
vegetables had been diced--and it never varied.

Neither did Jupiter's guard ever leave him. He was an aloof, ferocious
man with a hawk nose, a copper-red skin and pale blue eyes--ice blue
eyes. His name, Jupiter learned, was Reiloc and he regarded the
cavepeople with contempt, the porters with scorn, the pink-skins with
loathing.

As they wound down out of the mountains onto a broad plain, Jupiter had
managed to pick up a smattering of the language from Lete who occupied
the cage just ahead.

The wild girl was devoured by curiosity, but when Jupiter tried to
explain where he had come from, she grew frightened and silent.

"The Wanderer-from-Beyond!" he overheard her telling Reiloc in a low
voice. "Did you hear him? Is it true, Reiloc?"

The copper-skinned fighting man scratched his head.

"We caught him near your village. He fought with thunder and lightning.
He carried many queer tools in a pack, which no one understands.
It's very strange, too, that the night before, we saw a blazing ship
fall out of the sky. But when we went to investigate, the ship was
unharmed. Then it burst into a blinding ball of light. We didn't stay."

Lete clasped the bars, peered at Jupiter wide-eyed.

"The flaming chariot! It was you who came down from the stars!"

Jupiter nodded.

"The Wanderer!" she repeated in an awed voice. "You are the
Wanderer-from-Beyond! With the Sword of Fire!"

He frowned, started to shake his head.

"Who is this Wanderer supposed to be?"

"But you must be him," Lete almost pleaded. "At night the old men
gather around the fires and tell of his coming." Her voice had
taken on a mystic quality. "Out of the night sky he'll come in
his chariot of flames, they say, like a star fallen to Yogol. The
Wanderer-from-Beyond. He'll come with lighting in his hand--the Sword
of Fire--and drive the Anolyn back into the sea, back into the slime
from whence they arose.

"He'll free all the men of Yogol and restore their knowledge. Then
he'll ascend in a ball of fire, vanish into the beyond."

Jupiter didn't say anything. The legend was only too familiar. Terran
history was full of such folk heroes sent to free the people from their
oppressors. It was always the same fundamentally, and it always cropped
up wherever there was a conquered, downtrodden, helpless people. The
myth seemed to answer some universal human need.

Even Reiloc, he saw, appeared excited and uneasy.

"Suppose I am?" Jupiter suggested.

"Why, then--you'll destroy the Anolyn." Lete's face fell. "But you're
as helpless as we are! You're not the Wanderer after all. You've been
making fun of me."

Reiloc burst into relieved laughter, and Lete looked hurt.

"Stranger things have happened," said Jupiter dryly. He didn't intend
to throw away any possible advantage that might accrue to him if these
savages believed him to be the mythical Wanderer. He was shrewd enough
though, to perceive that he wouldn't appear very impressive in a cage,
and filed the idea away, turning the subject to the Anolyn instead.

       *       *       *       *       *

This was a hunting party, he learned. They were headed back now for the
city. Jupiter wondered what they called it.

The city didn't have a name, Lete insisted. She called it the city by
the _Dra Dur_, which meant Red Sea. Yes, there were other cities, but
none of them had a name.

"Why should they?" Reiloc grunted.

What were the Anolyn? Such a strange question. Jupiter could see for
himself that they were--well, Anolyn.

Neither Reiloc nor Lete understood what he was driving at. The Anolyn
were different, they admitted, but all things were different.

It was obvious that the cave girl and the fighting man considered
themselves separate species and hated each other cordially.

The humans who associated themselves with the Anolyn, Lete informed him
with scorn in her voice, were "Edir".

"Edir" as near as Jupiter could make out, meant "voluntary slave"; a
term that brought a savage growl from Reiloc and shut him up for three
days.

The Anolyn, Lete told Jupiter, entered into a person once they caught
him, and that person was "Edir" forever. He couldn't escape. Why?
Because no one ever had.

She didn't know what the thing on the back of her neck was, and neither
did Reiloc. The Anolyn had put it there, and it was dangerous to meddle
with it.

And that was as much as Jupiter could learn.

       *       *       *       *       *

On the fifteenth day they struck a small farming community, and after
that they traveled by day on a paved road between cultivated fields.

Jupiter saw many more of the green tinted Rik'gans being used like
draft animals. There were also black hairy people with tails who were
kept in pens and watched the caravan pass out of sad, lack-luster eyes.

The hairy men were Begans, Lete told him. The Anolyn bred them for
food. Occasionally they ate the Rik'gans, but the meat was coarse and
tough.

Horror sprang into Jupiter's green eyes.

"They eat them?"

Lete shrugged. "Of course. And so have you."

He went deathly pale. He could feel his stomach revolt at the thought.

"The Anolyn breed men for special purposes," Lete went on, unaware of
the loathing in his eyes, "fighters, meat animals, the pink-skinned
Caligans. Oh, there must be fifteen or sixteen different kinds. They're
all 'Edir'," and she dismissed them with a shrug of her shapely brown
shoulders.

Jupiter's cage was swaying along the plastic ribbon of a road. It was
all he could do to keep from being sick, but he knew now the subtle
distinction that had been troubling him.

The humans weren't slaves. They were domesticated--like cattle or dogs
or horses. And Lete's people were wild with all the contempt of the
wild thing for its tame cousin!

Reiloc, trotting beside the cage, grunted suddenly and raised his arm,
pointing ahead. Jupiter lifted his eyes, felt a tingle of excitement
run through him.

There, glittering in the rays of the setting sun were the spires and
battlements of the city by the _Dra Dur_.

       *       *       *       *       *

Night had fallen by the time they reached the city gate. Yogol, as Lete
called the planet, had no satellite. The darkness was unrelieved except
by the faint starshine.

The caravan halted beneath towering walls of deeper blackness. In his
cage Jupiter heard a horn sound, then a groaning that must be the
massive gate rolling aside. The caravan began to move again.

They passed into a canyon between dark buildings. And all about him he
could hear the shuffle of feet, low voices. He was like a blind man in
the midst of a crowd.

Strange spicy smells beset his nostrils and a cold, dank, salty odor
that must be the _Dra Dur_. He could hear the lap of water and shouts
and loud thumpings and the creak of tackle. And through it all ran the
sibilant voice of the invisible throng.

After an interminable march, they turned through a massive entrance
into a well lit building. The noise of the city stopped as the door
swung shut behind them. Jupiter squinted his eyes, blinded by the
sudden light.

Sometime before, the caravan had split up, and only the cages holding
the wild people remained. Then without warning, they too turned off
down a bisecting passage.

"Lete!" he yelled after the girl; "Lete!" His own bearers were carrying
his cage straight ahead. The girl waved at him forlornly and called:

"A'towee, Jupiter."

It meant, "Goodbye forever" as near as he could translate it. He felt
lonely--more lonely even than after Briggs' suicide.

Good Lord! he thought in alarm. He'd better watch himself. He'd been
in space so long that he was growing overly fond of this naked little
barbarian. The biological urge could be a damned traitorous emotion,
and there was no place for a woman in his plans.

He frowned. Unless he should need Lete to lead him back to his ship....

"Where are they taking the others?" he demanded of Reiloc who still
paced soundlessly beside his cage.

"To the training pits."

"And me?"

Reiloc appeared puzzled. "To the house of the Radiant God. But it's
very strange."

Before Jupiter could voice the questions rising to his lips, a door
opened in the wall ahead. He was borne inside an enormous vaulted
chamber, his cage dropped on the floor. Reiloc hadn't entered, and the
porters retreated through the door. It closed behind them.

Jupiter though, had scarcely been aware of their departure. His whole
attention was focused on a huge statue of an Anolyn dominating the room.

The idol shed a soft luminescence, and there was a sense of power in
its execution that was god-like:

"In their own image," he thought irreverently, then he sucked in his
breath.

The stuff of the image was radioactive! Some incredibly rich uranium or
thorium bearing ore. Radium too! He'd never seen anything quite like
it. Neither pitchblende nor carnotite. And it must weigh a ton!

Enough to take him half way across the super galaxy!

He gave a harsh laugh. He had found his fuel. It only remained for him
to escape carrying a ton of heathen idol with him!


                                  IV

Jupiter was crouching on the floor of his cage when the door to the
corridor opened softly behind him. He turned his head.

A girl, he saw, had slipped inside. She let the panel close behind her,
stared at him out of wide violet-blue eyes.

She was a slim fragile thing with pale yellow hair like winter
sunlight. A Caligan, a pink-skinned woman, he realized. The first he'd
seen.

She wore a shoulderless, clinging, single-piece garment of yellow fur.
Suddenly the garment moved, pulling itself higher up one shoulder,
settling snugly about her waist.

Moved of its own volition!

"It's alive!" Jupiter burst out. "What in Heaven's name is that thing?"

The girl wrinkled her forehead. "Of course, it's alive. It's a boj.
Have you never seen one?"

He shook his head.

She lifted the creature away from her skin, held it out to him through
the bars.

"Put it on."

Jupiter took it gingerly. It was light and flat with the warm limp feel
of a fresh pelt. The under side of the boj was hairless, the skin like
foam rubber. He could find neither eyes nor mouth.

The girl sensed what he was looking for, laughed infectiously.

"It hasn't any," she said; "it breathes and feeds through its skin. Put
it on."

Jupiter let it touch his body. At once the boj wrapped itself around
him. It was electrically alive, vibrant. He could feel a pleasant
tingle in his nerve ends and glanced at the Caligan girl in surprise.

She wore an amused expression and nothing else. There was an utter lack
of self consciousness about her. Jupiter found himself comparing her
soft, delicately rounded figure with Lete's lithe brown boyishness.

The Caligan girl suddenly held out her hand for the boj. He peeled it
off reluctantly, asking:

"Who are you?"

"Tabak," she replied. "Did you come to Yogol in a fiery chariot from
beyond the stars?"

He nodded.

Tabak's blue eyes widened. She drew close to the cage as if pulled by a
magnet, peered intently into his eyes.

"May--may I come into your mind?"

Jupiter's hard, bewhiskered face stiffened in surprise.

"Telepathy! Is that what you mean? Can you do that?"

"A little--if you help. We Caligans are closer to the Anolyn than the
other races. But we haven't much time before they come to examine
you. Won't you let your barriers down? The whole city is alive with
rumors...."

       *       *       *       *       *

Jupiter had recoiled instinctively from having his innermost privacy
violated. He scowled in suspicion, asked: "Who sent you? What're you
after?"

"No one." She bit her lip. "There's a legend, a--a myth if you like,
about the 'Wanderer-from-Beyond', who is to drive the Anolyn back into
the sea."

He scratched his beard which had grown back since his captivity.

"How did you get in here?"

"I'm a favorite of one of the Anolyn. I've the run of the temple.
Please, please let me inside. I must know. You'll understand much more
about Yogol than I could ever tell you."

Her last words decided him. He needed information desperately if he
were ever to escape.

"What shall I do?" he asked in grudging consent.

"Will me to enter. Think! Open your mind to me. There's nothing to
fear. No need to be suspicious. I'm not an Anolyn. I can't force myself
on you...."

A dazzling light seemed to burst behind Jupiter's eyes. The girl was
in. He could feel her!

He was aware of Tabak's mind, questing, probing. His brain pulsed as
if he had a violent headache.

At the same time, a whole new set of memory patterns, unfamiliar facts,
stray incidents and ideas made themselves felt. It was as if a volume
of the Encyclopedia Galactica had been up-ended and all the information
therein had been poured into his brain helter-skelter with the utmost
confusion.

Somehow, he knew all that Tabak knew, all that she'd ever felt or seen
or heard; but horribly jumbled, meaningless like the scrambled parts of
an intricate jig-saw puzzle.

He heard her exclaim aloud: "It's true! The Wanderer-from-Beyond!" Then
a fear thought: "_I must go! They mustn't find me here!_"

He felt her mind withdraw, saw her slip from the temple room, a slim,
graceful figure in the shimmering yellow fur cloak--the living sensuous
boj. He was too appalled to try to stop her.

His mind was like a warehouse of unrelated, unassorted, unassimilated
facts. He needed time to incorporate the confusing jumble into
intelligible order.

Time and contemplation.

He was to get neither yet, he saw, for the door opened almost
on Tabak's heels, and three of the Anolyns crawled in like fat,
purple-shelled snails.

       *       *       *       *       *

Jupiter was put through one of the worst ordeals of his life--all the
more degrading because it was conducted in contemptuous silence.

The Anolyns took immediate possession of his mind. He was made to crawl
out of his cage and stand stock still while they examined him like
judges at a fat cattle show.

From time to time burning mental questions exploded in his brain.
Jupiter was enough of a psychologist to know that they were intended to
stimulate subconscious memory patterns.

He felt as if he'd been thrust into a press and all his information
was being squeezed out of him like cider from an apple. But unlike his
experience with Tabak, he could learn nothing from them.

The Anolyn maintained a perfect mental barrier.

In spite of that he began to sense that they regarded him with growing
alarm. He could almost feel their control over him tighten.

At length he was directed out into the corridor, marched into a tiny
bare cell. Not until the door closed on him with a small final click,
did the Anolyn remove their control.

Jupiter sank white and shaken onto the hard, narrow bunk.

The cell was about ten feet square, windowless with walls of bare white
plastic. The ceiling was plastered with a green phosphorescent mould,
lighting it eerily. There was a single stool and a table and that was
all.

He locked his hands beneath his head. His green eyes looked older. They
seemed to peer inward as he sought to organize the flood of information
he'd received almost instantaneously in that startling, intimate
exchange with Tabak.

Gradually it dawned on him that he was in full possession of Tabak's
life history--all the millions of insignificant items that went to make
up the girl's personality.

Once he realized that, the pieces began to click into place. It was
indeed like a jig-saw puzzle. And slowly the picture appeared.

Tabak was a pet, like a cat or dog, and as such she'd had a greater
opportunity to observe the purple-shelled octopods.

The Anolyns hadn't always been the dominant life form on Yogol. Ages
ago, eons perhaps--Tabak had entertained only the vaguest notion of
time--the humans had ruled the planet. They had built splendid cities,
now crumbled into dust and even the dust buried beneath the jungle
mould. Only the legend remained.

The ancients, according to that legend, had experimented finally
with telepathy. They had discovered that the young of the Anolyn--a
semi-intelligent, telepathic, parasite--acted as a thought receiver and
transmitter if it were allowed to fasten its tentacles directly into
the spinal cord.

The fad spread. More and more Yogolians began to make use of the
telepathic parasites.

Then one day the adult Anolyn rose from the sea and, through their
young, took over the human race.

Not all at once and not everyone.

Some had refused to allow the Anolyn to be fastened to their necks.
These few fled to the wilderness, where during ages of warfare with
their Anolyn-dominated brothers, they had sunk into barbarism. These
were the Kagans, the wild cave people whom the Anolyn now hunted for
sport.

As for the Anolyn themselves, they had abandoned the fallen human
cities, building their citadels around the inland seas from whence
they'd sprung. They had evolved their own unique culture.

They appeared to know only the most rudimentary facts of the physical
sciences, though they had made startling advances in the biological
field.

Even their cities were built by minute, coral-like creatures working
under telepathic direction. Certain insects had been trained to spin
thread from their own body secretions and weave fabrics. Humans had
been bred for specialized functions: draft animals and meat animals,
soldiers and sailors and artisans.

As soon as a Yogolian attained adolescence, a young Anolyn was fastened
to his spinal cord. Thus the humans were forced to act both as living
incubators for the Anolyn young and as servants for the adults.

It was, Jupiter realized with horror, a wholly parasitic culture.
Orgies were held, and gladiatorial combats, one Anolyn pitting its
human vehicle against another. Empathy was perfect.

There were other things, unmentionable things which Jupiter tried to
thrust from his mind. Scenes from the training pits, the biological
breeding stations....

He was sick at his stomach, sick and emotionally exhausted. He could
see no hope of escape. Not so long as the horrid parasite remained
fastened to his spinal cord.

And by its very nature the creature couldn't be dislodged or killed!

He closed his eyes, feeling as depleted as if he'd run the mile, slid
over the lip of consciousness into deep sleep.


                                   V

He was roused by Tabak, the Caligan girl, shaking his shoulder. "Wake
up!" she was whispering urgently, her violet-blue eyes shining with
suppressed excitement. "Wake up, Wanderer-from-Beyond, and come with
me!"

Jupiter sat up with a start. "How did you get in here?"

Tabak rotated her shoulder, and the yellow furred boj rippled like
liquid light. "Through the door."

"But it was locked."

"It operates by telepathic control."

"Of course."

Jupiter scratched his beard. He'd known it all along. Nor was that all.
If he would only concentrate, he could manipulate the lock himself!

To his growing amazement, he realized that he knew the city by the _Dra
Dur_ as well as his home town of Venusport.

While he slept, his subconscious had integrated Tabak's fund of
knowledge, made it a part of his own. He was changed. He didn't look
at things quite the same. His own hard ruthless personality had become
tinctured with something of Tabak's soft deviousness.

He didn't like it.

His fingers closed on the girl's shoulders, bit into the flesh. "What
have you done to me?"

"I? I've done nothing. I've come to help you, Wanderer-from-Beyond."

"How?"

"Please," she said; "don't you believe me?"

"Why should I?"

She lifted her arms, touched his temples with her fingertips. "Come
in," she said simply. "Come into my mind so that you can have no more
doubts."

Almost against his will, he peered into her eyes, experiencing an odd
frightening sensation of sinking into their wide, violet-blue depths.
Down. Down. His very being seemed to merge with the girl's.

All at once, the room swam back into his vision, but from a different
angle. Everything looked a little strange. Then he saw himself!

Literally!

Saw himself through Tabak's eyes!

With a peculiar sense of detachment, he observed his own lean,
muscular, sun-reddened frame, his wiry red beard, tangled hair,
half-closed green eyes. And all the time he was aware of Tabak's flow
of thought--her emotions, sensations, the bubbling fluid well of her
subconscious.

"Now do you trust me?"

Jupiter was acutely embarrassed. Their conjoining was more intimate
than any physical relation could have been. Tabak's very soul lay naked
before his mind's eye.

"Trust you. Yes. For Pete's sake, let me go!"

He staggered, blinked, realized that she'd thrust him out of her mind.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, stared at the girl curiously.

Her cheeks were pink with confusion, and she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"I--I've never done that with a man before," she said. "You believe me,
don't you?"

"Yes. But how did you do it?"

"By means of the Anolyn that are attached to our necks. See." She
turned her back, lifted her wheat-blonde locks with one hand.

Jupiter could see the tiny plum-colored lump. Tabak's neck was slender,
delicately formed. He was struck anew by the contrast between her and
Lete, the wiry, pagan-souled cave girl.

Lete was rawhide, tough, pliable, resilient. But this Caligan girl was
a steel rapier. In that moment of intimacy he had glimpsed something of
the truth.

For all her apparent softness, Tabak could be infinitely more dangerous!

       *       *       *       *       *

The door opened instantly at Tabak's mental command. Jupiter followed
her into the corridor, saw that it was empty.

"Where are the Anolyn?"

"They--they are occupied. Those here in the temple." Tabak shivered.
"Come, it's on our way. I'll show you."

"On our way where? Show me what?"

She said, "I'd rather let you see for yourself," and started up the
passage, her bare feet soundless on the hard composition floor.

Jupiter padded at her elbow. This was all familiar. He couldn't
overcome the feeling that he'd been here before. It was Tabak's memory
patterns playing tricks on him, he knew. The girl's experience had
actually been implanted in his brain.

When they reached the ramp angling downward into the gloom, a vague
alarm got hold of him, but he followed her onto it without protest.

The way led down and down. The air was dank. Moisture dripped from the
walls. It grew slippery underfoot.

Abruptly, the ramp came to an end. He could see the glint of water
ahead.

Subconsciously, he knew it was a canal running beneath the streets to
the _Dra Dur_. He knew it just as he knew that there was a network of
these canals like fingers reaching into every part of the city. Just as
he knew of the ledge a scant foot above the water, even as Tabak crept
onto it.

The living boj fur glowed with a pale phosphorescent light as she
sidled into the vaulted aquaduct. It lent her a wraith-like appearance
to Jupiter, a few paces behind.

"Shhh!" she cautioned him, coming to a stop. "Don't make a sound here!"

Jupiter's mouth felt dry. He could see nothing but the girl's vague
luminous outline, hear nothing but the lap of water against the shelf
at their feet.

Then Tabak clutched his hand, pulled him forward and into a bisecting
passage running at right angles to the aquaduct. He could see the glow
of light ahead.

The passage curved, the light bursting on his eyes, half blinding him.
Together they crawled to the very end of the tunnel and peered out.

It was a courtyard that Jupiter found himself looking into. The orange
sun beat down warmly on the flagstone pavement, on the large shallow
pool in the center of the court.

There were Anolyn in the pool, fifty or sixty of them, floating like
purple jellyfish. Humans, too. Pink-skinned Caligans, wild Kagans,
fighting men and the stolid green porters. Even the tailed, ape-like
Begans were represented. They moved with a dreamy apathy like
sleepwalkers.

"Their minds are under the control of the Anolyn in the pool," Tabak
breathed into his ear. "The Anolyn have entered into them. They feel
and see and hear exactly what their human vehicles do."

Jupiter's face was drawn. He could hear music. The scale was all wrong,
it registered discordantly in his ears. It was coming from one of the
balconies that rose in tiers above the courtyard. Food and drink had
been spread on cloths.

"They'll be here for days," Tabak whispered.

Hardened as Jupiter was, nevertheless he was sickened at the deeds
being enacted under his eyes. They were unthinkable. His fists clenched.

He could bring himself to watch no longer. He turned his head away,
said hoarsely: "Let's clear out of here."

Tabak was silent as she led him back down the tunnel to the vaulted
canal.

"Can you swim?" she asked as they reached the water's edge.

"Yes."

The girl stripped off the boj, laid it on the ledge, dived into the
canal like a slim, naked, sea nymph. Her head broke water a dozen feet
out creating phosphorescent ripples.

Jupiter plunged after her. The water was black, cold, salty. He kept up
with the girl easily using strong breast strokes.

At length she paused again, treading water near the opposite wall of
the aquaduct.

"There's a tunnel here, a man's height below the surface. It leads into
another chamber. Are you willing to try it?"

"Go ahead."

Tabak up-ended in a surface dive, the black water closing over her
feet. Jupiter followed her down. He found the hole with his hand, swam
into it. On and on--ten--twenty--thirty yards. His lungs felt as if
they must burst.

Air began to dribble out his nose. He kicked furiously, driving himself
ahead. Suddenly he realized he was out of the tunnel. He shot up to the
surface, broke water, gasping air into his scalded lungs.

That had been close, too close. He floated on his back breathing deeply.

After a minute he rolled over and stared about him.

       *       *       *       *       *

He was in a vast echoing chamber. Orange sunshine streamed in from open
skylights. Steps led down into the water. Tabak, he saw, was already
standing on the edge of the floor looking down at him.

He swam to the steps, climbed out. There was a faint odor of
putrefaction in the air.

Tabak said: "These rooms are the laboratories. There are other
entrances; but they're all guarded by Nehogans."

He frowned. "What was it you wanted me to see?"

"This way," she said and led him through dissecting tables, past
shelves of fantastic creatures preserved in some liquid, and into a
small office-like room at the side.

Spread out on a shelf were the contents of Jupiter's pack: the medicine
chest, emergency rations, spare ammunition, testing apparatus,
prospecting tools, his light carbine, the electroscope and geiger
counter. It was all there.

Tabak's violet-blue eyes glittered with excitement.

"There are your weapons, Wanderer-from-Beyond! Now you can drive the
Anolyn back into the sea!"

Jupiter's face didn't betray his consternation. The carbine was
pitifully inadequate. In fact, so long as the horrible little parasite
was fastened to his spinal cord, he knew that he would be incapable of
using it against the Anolyn.

If he could only rid himself of the parasite, though, and get to his
ship with even a chunk of that idol....

He narrowed his eyes as a new thought struck him.

"Tabak, we must get rid of these spinal parasites first. I--" He nearly
said, "I think," but realized that he mustn't show any doubt. "I can do
it. But I'll need your cooperation."

"Can you?" she cried in excitement and seized his hands, peering into
his eyes. "Can you really? You _are_ the Wanderer then!"

He looked quickly away. He didn't dare let her glimpse what was in his
thoughts.

"Yes."

"Let me come into your mind; let me be sure," she pleaded.

"Tabak, you'll have to trust me."

"Why?" her blue eyes clouded in suspicion. She released his hands,
backed away. "What is it you want to do to me? What are you hiding?
What are you afraid I'll see?"

He swore under his breath. There wasn't time to argue, even if he could
overcome the girl's suspicions, which he doubted was possible unless he
opened his mind to her.

Without the slightest warning he jumped for Tabak, grabbed her and
swung her off her feet.

The girl screamed, twisted, kicked and bit, wild with terror. The thick
walls confined her cries. She was soft and tiny like a small white
kitten in his hands. A spitting, scratching, squalling kitten.

He imprisoned her arms and legs, carried her out into the main
laboratory.

The Anolyn possessed no anaesthesia. The dissecting tables were
equipped instead with straps to hold their victims motionless while
they operated. Jupiter buckled the girl face-down on one of the tables.

"Please!" she begged hysterically. "Please!"

"I'm not going to hurt you," he growled and left her to get his
medicine kit from the other room.

The kit had been devised to handle almost any emergency that might
befall one of the Galactic Colonization Board's special corpsmen.
Jupiter found the hypodermic syringe, sterilized it and filled it with
exsrocain. The drug was the latest development in a spinal anaesthetic
that deadened the nerves of the entire body, inducing a temporary state
of suspended animation.

It was a delicate operation, but he inserted the needle between two of
the girl's vertebrae, felt her flinch away from him. She lay on the
hard slab, quiescent, crying silently.

"Won't hurt," he grunted, and ejected the exsrocain directly into the
spinal fluid. Under his breath he counted: "One--two--three--four."

He felt for her pulse, but there was no sign of a heart beat. He found
the mirror in the kit, held it before her nostrils. The mirror didn't
cloud.

Sweat stood out on Jupiter's forehead. He wiped his palms on his
thighs, lifted Tabak's wheat-blonde locks, exposing the small purple
protuberance. It looked like a sea shell fastened to the back of her
neck.

His hand was trembling. He had to pause and get a grip on himself. Then
he grasped the Anolyn, pulled it gently but firmly away from the girl's
skin.

For a moment he thought it was going to stick, then it slid free, the
tentacles dangling like short, fine threads.

He examined the creature minutely to make sure no faintest spark of
consciousness remained.

He felt weak with relief. The spinal anaesthesia had worked, putting
the Anolyn into a state of suspended animation at the same time that it
had the girl.

Suddenly he could contain himself no longer. He hurled the creature
down on the hard floor with all his strength, smashed it into a
shapeless blob, ground it into paste with the butt of his carbine.


                                  VI

It would be an hour before the effects of the anaesthesia wore off
the Caligan girl. Jupiter prowled the laboratories, investigating
the extent of the research performed by the Anolyn. It was crude,
elementary.

Only with the breeding of specialized forms had they had any starting
successes and that had been a trial and error, hit and miss practice
that had taken literally thousands of years.

He was not impressed. Like all parasitic cultures, the Anolyn
civilization was rotten at the core, degenerate. One ship of the
Galactic Security Patrol could wipe them out of existence.

He found clothes in a locker, a kilt for himself and a length of some
black fabric which Tabak should be able to use in lieu of the boj.

When he returned to the dissecting table he saw that the color was
returning to the girl's cheeks. He unfastened her, sat down on a stool
and waited.

After a moment, Tabak's lids flickered. Her eyes opened; she gazed at
him in sudden terror.

"Feel the Anolyn," he said.

She sat up. Her hand went hesitantly to the back of her slender neck.
He saw the amazement spread over her face.

"It's gone! You--How? How did you do it?"

She slipped suddenly from the blood-stained dissecting table, seized
his hand, held it to her forehead. She was half laughing, half crying.

"You are the Wanderer! Forgive me for ever doubting. I'll atone for
my sacrilege." She was hysterical with relief and awe and hope. "I'll
never question your will again, never fail in obedience--"

"Rubbish!"

Jupiter regarded her startled expression with satisfaction.

"You're temporarily overcome by surprise," he went on. "You haven't had
a chance to think. I know you inside out--too well to believe I could
fool you for very long. And," he added ruefully; "you know me the same
way. There's the rub. But I need you--and you need me."

The girl was silent.

"Yes," she agreed finally; "that's true. You're a man. A strange man.
But you're not the Wanderer. You plan to use us to help you escape back
to your ship, then desert us. But I don't think you will. Desert us, I
mean."

It was Jupiter's turn to look disconcerted.

"Why not?"

"Because--" she began and started to smile. "You won't like this,
but you're too soft. Deep down on the inside you're too fine, too
idealistic to pull a trick like that. Your conscience wouldn't let you.

"You've been hurt. Many times. When I looked inside your mind, I could
see the scars. I could feel how you'd armored yourself with a harsh
shell to hide your true feelings. You have a saying among your own
people: 'Scratch a cynic and you'll find an idealist!'"

"Well, I'll be damned," said Jupiter. Then almost hesitantly, "But
you'll help. I need someone I can trust." He wiped the sweat off his
forehead. "Someone I can trust with my life to take the Anolyn from my
own neck."

"You'll trust me," she said; "because you must. You're really not
self-sufficient. No one is."

Jupiter regarded her silently, coldly. Then he picked up the
hypodermic, sterilized it, filled the barrel with exsrocain.

"This is a damned ticklish trick. The needle must be inserted between
the vertebrae so that it doesn't injure the spinal cord and yet--"

"Lie down," she interrupted. "I know as well as you how it must be
done."

"But--"

"Don't be alarmed. I'm in possession of all your experience, just as
you are of mine!"

Jupiter swallowed, laid face-down on the stained table. "For Heaven's
sake, be careful!"

Tabak ran her fingertips along his backbone, locating the spot to
insert the needle. It sent cold chills prickling through his skin.

"And you're sure you know exactly what to do?"

She laughed. "Of course, I know. Don't tell me you've forgotten
the girl on Betelgeuse XI--the one you used to put into a state of
suspended animation whenever you had to ship out so that she couldn't
be unfaithful between voyages."

Jupiter made a choking sound. Before he could think of anything to say,
he felt the needle prick his flesh. He winced, heard Tabak begin to
count:

"One ... two...."

       *       *       *       *       *

Slowly Jupiter became conscious of a smart in the nape of his neck like
a bee sting. He opened his eyes, sat up, touched the base of his skull.

The hard little lump was gone.

Relief left him weak. He caught Tabak's eye, felt his face grow warm.

"About that girl on Betelgeuse XI--" he began uncomfortably.

"You don't need to explain. Under the circumstances you were entirely
justified."

He swore under his breath, slid off the table, began to throw his
equipment into the pack. "Have you any ideas about how we can get out
of here?"

"Don't be angry, Jupiter. I was only teasing. I--"

Tabak's eyes suddenly widened.

She was staring beyond him, Jupiter realized. He twisted around,
reaching instinctively for his carbine.

Not thirty feet behind them an adult Anolyn sprawled on the floor,
tentacles exploring the air. Its soft brown eyes were regarding them
intently. The gray doughy face was expressionless.

"Quick! Kill it!" Tabak screamed. "Kill it before it sends out a call
for help!"

The creature was obviously puzzled, unable to understand why the two
humans failed to respond to its control.

Jupiter shot it squarely between the eyes.

The hollow, pointed bullet, blew away the entire back of its head. It
slumped into a quivering heap. A pool of thin, pinkish blood made an
ever-widening stain on the floor.

"The cat's out of the bag now," he said in a tight voice.

Tabak nodded.

"There's a guard at the door. You'll have to kill him, Jupiter, before
we can get out of here. I only hope you're as good as you think you
are."

Jupiter took a short length of strong plastic cord from his pack, made
a loop in it. His face looked older, grimmer. His vivid green eyes were
dull.

"Where is he stationed?" he said.

       *       *       *       *       *

The dissection laboratory occupied a long, hall-like room in one wing
of the temple. The pool of water was at one end, the main entry at the
other.

Tabak wound the black cloth about herself sarong-fashion, nodded
towards the arched doorway.

"There's a--a lobby of sorts through there. The guard stays just
outside on the street. He'll be a Nehogan, Jupiter. They're terrible
men--"

Jupiter brushed past her. He reached the lobby, crossed it swiftly.

"Open the door," he said to Tabak who had followed him.

She looked suddenly frightened.

"I can't, Jupiter. Not without the Anolyn on the back of my neck to
transmit my thought! We'll have to go back the way we came."

His eyes sought the door. The blank, solid panel mocked him. He ran
his fingers over its surface, but could find no slightest protuberance
anywhere.

"Look out!" Tabak suddenly whispered.

Jupiter sprang back like a startled cat.

The door was opening.

The thick, solid panel swung inexorably inward. He flattened himself
against the wall, the carbine clubbed in his hands. His palms were
sweaty.

Then an Anolyn appeared in the entrance, scuttled inside on its eight
tentacles. Jupiter swung the carbine.

There was a dull crunch as the stock connected with the creature's
head. Jupiter didn't give it a second glance, but sprang into the
doorway.

A tall, coppery Nehogan warrior lounged just outside. With a flick of
his wrist, he dropped the loop of plastic over the guard's head, yanked
him backward through the door.

Any cry the Nehogan might have uttered was cut off at its source. He
thrashed wildly, but Jupiter only tightened the noose, the muscles in
his arms and shoulders bunching savagely.

Suddenly he got a look at the man's distorted face.

"Reiloc!" he cried and immediately slackened the cord.

Reiloc sprawled on the floor, gasping painfully.

"Are you crazy?" Tabak cried. "Kill him, Jupiter! Kill him before he
can give the alarm." She suddenly snatched the carbine, aimed a blow at
the prone warrior's head. Jupiter tore it out of her hands.

Reiloc pushed himself unsteadily to his feet. He looked from the dead
Anolyn to Jupiter, his hand massaging his bruised throat.

"What are you?" he whispered painfully. "What manner of man are you who
can kill the Anolyn in their own temple?"

Jupiter's hesitation didn't show on his face. In a cold voice of
authority, he said:

"The Wanderer-from-Beyond!"

Reiloc's eyes widened. Doubt and hope struggled in his grim
countenance. Then the savage Nehogan dropped to one knee, held his
sword out to Jupiter, hilt first.

       *       *       *       *       *

Jupiter sat beside the embrasure, staring out at the street below.
Behind him Reiloc was pacing back and forth in the bare little cell
like a caged wolf. The copper-skinned Nehogan was nervous, worried.
Action was his only emotional release.

Tabak said: "Stop it, Reiloc! You're driving me crazy!"

Reiloc quit pacing, squatted on his heels. But he couldn't stay still.
Rising to his feet again, he growled: "Wait, wait. Are we waiting for
them to come drag us out of here and take us to the vivisection rooms?"

Tabak said: "Only for a little while longer."

The Earth man continued to stare morosely down at the street. Under
Tabak's guidance the three of them had secreted themselves in this
neglected cell just off the sanctum of the Radiant God.

When the city was new this chamber had been a part of the defenses of
the temple in case of an uprising. But as the ages crept past without
any threat from the human cattle, even its existence had gradually been
forgotten.

Outside, the city by the _Dra Dur_ was in the grip of hysteria. The
alarm had gone out and the street below was deserted except for
occasional patrols of Nehogans.

Jupiter squinted at the angry orange sun. It seemed to rest on the
rooftops. Only a minute or two and the ceremony should begin. He faced
back into the room.

Tabak said: "I think it's crazy."

"Crazy or not, we need her," Jupiter said. "We can't hope to succeed
without her."

He closed his eyes searching the memory patterns imprinted on his brain
by Tabak.

The temple was built in the form of a hollow square with the breeding
pens located in the main courtyard. Every day the human guinea pigs
were driven up a back way into the sanctum of the Radiant God. There
they were exposed to the hard radiations emitted by the statue.

No wonder the Anolyn could create endless mutations. The effects of
hard radiation on the genes were known to every school child in the
Galactic Federation.

He was still standing beside the window when the faint sound of cymbals
broke the silence.

"Here they come!" Tabak whispered.

Reiloc stiffened, jerked out his sword. He put his hand to the back of
his neck as if to reassure himself that the Anolyn was actually gone.
Jupiter had removed it while they waited. Its absence seemed to give
the Nehogan confidence.

"You both know what to do?" Jupiter asked.

"Yes."

He adjusted the pack over his shoulders, picked up his carbine, assured
himself that a cartridge lay in the chamber. The clash of cymbals was
louder, reinforced by the chant of voices.

He went to the door, followed by Reiloc and Tabak. There was a short
dark passage beyond which ended abruptly in a solid wall. A well opened
in the ceiling overhead, though, with a ladder bolted inside it.

He gave Tabak a boost up into the well, then Reiloc. In a moment they'd
climbed out of sight.

Jupiter leaped upward, caught the bottom rung, pulled himself hand over
hand up into the thick darkness.

The clash of cymbals, the chant of voices had a hollow, muffled
quality. He heard Tabak pant, then whisper, "I've got it open!" The
cymbals were suddenly louder.

He crawled out of the well on Reiloc's heels, replaced the cover.

They were inside the sanctum, he saw, where he'd been left when he had
first been brought to the city by the _Dra Dur_. The huge radioactive
statue of the Anolyn was the only source of light. It shed a chill
greenish pallor through the circular temple room.

The room itself was at least a hundred feet across, surrounded by
pillared cloisters. They had come up behind the pillars where the
feeble light from the idol scarcely reached.

The rhythmic chant came from the other side of the floor. Jupiter
sucked in his breath. A procession of humans was filing out of the
darkness.

A scrawny, naked Caligan was in the lead, making cabalistic signs with
a phallic instrument resembling the Egyptian sistrum as he moved in
front of the idol.

Behind him came the others, two by two--wild Kagans fresh from the
jungle, a man with four arms, several with prehensile tails, some with
fur and some hairless. They walked with the same dreamy preoccupied air
of the humans that Jupiter had seen in the courtyard, and prostrated
themselves before the glowing idol. They were possessed, dominated by
the lone Anolyn who brought up the rear.

Lete was the fourth from the end.

The cymbals suddenly clashed and fell silent. The ritual was about to
begin.

Jupiter brought the rifle to his shoulder, took careful aim at the
purple-shelled octopod directing the ceremony, pulled the trigger.


                                  VII

The shot reverberated in the chamber of horrors like a clap of thunder.
The lone Anolyn slumped forward, half its head shot away.

With drawn sword, Reiloc leaped past Jupiter. He ran for the glowing
idol, began to hack at one of ten tentacles with his sword. Tabak and
Jupiter were right behind him. They grabbed Lete by either arm, hauled
the bemused cave girl to her feet.

Some of the shock of the Anolyn's sudden death had been transmitted
to the humans under its control. They stared at the profaners of the
temple with pained uncomprehending eyes.

Reiloc snatched up the severed radioactive tentacle, dashed after
Jupiter and Tabak who were half carrying Lete between them.

"This way!" Tabak cried. "This way!"

They burst out of the sanctum into a broad corridor, almost ran over
another Anolyn. Jupiter shot it in its tracks.

No signs of pursuit had developed by the time they reached the ramp.
Lete was recovering from her shock. She struggled wildly, cried:

"What's happening? What are you doing with me?"

"We're escaping," Jupiter grunted.

"But you can't. The first Anolyn we meet will stop us. I don't
understand--"

"Be silent, foolish one," growled Reiloc, "he's the Wanderer!"

"But you're Edir!"

"We're Edir no longer. He's broken our bonds."

Lete seized Jupiter's hand. "Then you _are_ the Wanderer. You weren't
laughing at me back there in the cages. But why--"

"No time now," Jupiter said and plunged onto the ramp.

They ran down it wildly, crazily, reached the canal at the bottom.

"We'll have to--" Jupiter began, when Lete screamed.

"I can feel them!" the cave girl cried. "They're trying to pull me
back! Jupiter--"

She bit her lips, her cheeks suddenly bloodless. "They're gone," she
said in a shaken voice. "They mustn't have guessed who I was."

Jupiter stared at her. Lete's yellow eyes were wide, frightened. She
swallowed miserably.

"We'll have to get that Anolyn off your neck at the first opportunity,"
he said, turned to Tabak. "This canal leads to the _Dra Dur_. Is that
right?"

"Yes," said Tabak in a queer voice; "but Jupiter--"

"What are our chances of getting through now?" he interrupted.

She shrugged slim white shoulders. "Every second we waste here lessens
them."

Without another word, he started along the ledge paralleling the canal.

At regular intervals of about a block ramps led down to the aquaduct
from the surface above. They crossed the mouths of other canals on
narrow bridges. A perfect labyrinth of underground waterways stretched
beneath the city.

At the fifth ramp, Jupiter heard a twang. Something whistled past his
head. He almost lost his footing as he glanced up and saw a dozen
Nehogans on the ramp leading up to the street.

Lete spun around and tried to run, knocking Reiloc into the water
with a splash. Tabak caught her, held the cave girl in spite of her
terrified efforts to escape.

Jupiter dropped to one knee, changing the carbine to automatic, sent a
burst of shots into the warriors above.

They didn't retreat, but with fierce yells charged straight into his
gun. They were possessed, like Moros running amok. The last one was
less than a yard away before he brought him down with a shot through
the chest.

That had been close. He felt weak as he pulled Reiloc from the water.

"They know where we are," the giant Nehogan growled ominously, "our
chances to--"

"Look out!" Tabak screamed.

Jupiter whirled around. He was just in time to see Lete run at him
with Reiloc's sword. The cave girl had snatched it from the Nehogan's
scabbard. Holding it like a lance, she flung herself on Jupiter, her
face contorted with hate!

       *       *       *       *       *

Jupiter jumped convulsively into the canal. His instinctive reaction
was the only thing that saved him.

He broke water, saw that Reiloc had wrenched his sword away from the
cave girl. He was holding her as she fought furiously to tear herself
away, kicking, clawing at the Nehogan's face with her nails. She had
gone utterly berserk. Jupiter was stunned.

Then he heard Tabak screaming: "Jupiter! Quick! It's the Anolyn!
They've possession of her mind. Hurry!"

He scrambled desperately back on to the ledge.

"You've got to take that Anolyn from her neck! They know everything we
do through her," Tabak cried wildly. "They've been in possession of her
mind ever since we reached the canal. That's how they knew where to
ambush us. Anywhere we go they'll be able to send men to intercept us."

Jupiter nodded grimly. As he prepared the hypodermic of exsrocain, the
Caligan girl pitched in and helped Reiloc pin Lete face-down on the
ledge.

Jupiter's fingers were shaking as he located a spot on Lete's naked
back, plunged the needle between two of her vertebrae.

"One--two--three--four," he counted. Without bothering to test for
consciousness he wrenched the little plum-colored shell from the cave
girl's neck, smashed it against the wall of the aquaduct.

"Carry her!" he ordered Reiloc, and threw his instruments back into the
pack, slipped a fresh drum of cartridges into the carbine. He could
hear the thud of running feet on the ramp leading to the surface.

"Back!" he said tersely. "We'll have to try another way!"

For an hour they followed Tabak through the network of aquaducts,
twisting, cutting down bisecting canals until Jupiter was exhausted.
He and the big Nehogan had been carrying the unconscious wild girl by
turns. Twice they saw Anolyn floating down to the sea like big purple
squids, Jupiter shot them before they could telepath an alarm.

Tabak was in the lead when she stopped abruptly, put her hand to her
mouth.

"What is it?" Jupiter hissed.

"The canal! Look!"

He raised his eyes. The tunnel came to a blind end just ahead. Then he
saw that actually the roof dipped down beneath the surface.

"We've reached the seawall," Tabak said in a stricken voice. "I've
never tried to leave the city by the canals, but I've heard that it was
impossible. I'd forgotten--"

Jupiter seized her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"They--they run entirely underwater for ever so far and come out
beneath the _Dra Dur_. The Anolyn built them that way in order to keep
the humans from escaping through them."

Jupiter swore in Lingua Galactica. "Suppose we go back to the streets.
Can we reach the top of the wall? Does the sea come right up to its
base?"

"Yes," Tabak said with a shiver.

Reiloc had stretched Lete out on the shelf. She was returning to
consciousness, Jupiter saw; and he stooped, splashing water from the
canal into the cave girl's face. Her eyes opened groggily. She pushed
herself to her elbows, stared about her with the quick, terrified look
of a wild thing.

"You all right?" Jupiter asked.

She let her head drop. "Yes. I couldn't help it, Jupiter. I--"

"You'll do now," he said, not unkindly, and helped her to her feet.
"Come on. We haven't any time to waste."

When they reached the surface, Jupiter saw that night had fallen,
and with it a thick fog had rolled in from the _Dra Dur_, choking
the streets solid. It was like wet lamb's wool pressing against his
eyeballs.

They held hands to keep from becoming separated. Voices reached them
out of the fog. Footsteps passed and faded away. At length they found a
stair leading to the top of the sea wall, felt their way upward.

       *       *       *       *       *

It seemed like hours to Jupiter before they reached the top. He lay
flat on his belly, felt for the edge. He could see nothing below, but a
faint lap-lap of wavelets against the base of the wall came up to him.

"How deep is the water here?"

"D-deep enough," Tabak whispered in a frightened voice.

"All right, we'll jump."

Lete gasped. There was a startled, protesting growl from Reiloc.

"Jump blind, from here--from the top of the wall into the sea?" the
Nehogan said. "Are you mad, Jupiter?"

"Can you think of any other way to escape?"

Tabak said in a queer, strained voice: "I'll jump. I'm not afraid--not
too afraid."

Jupiter heard her move toward the edge of the wall. "No! Wait! I'll go
first--"

But the Caligan girl had already leaped outward into the thick wet
darkness.

Jupiter felt suddenly cold all over. He knew that he would never smell
salt water again without recalling the horrible expectancy of that
moment. Time stood still. Then far below they heard a splash!

"Tabak!" he called softly. He gave her time to rise to the surface.
"Tabak!" He didn't dare lift his voice.

There was no answer. Just the monotonous lap of the water against the
sea wall.

"God!" he thought. "She's hurt herself!" And he sprang outward into the
encompassing blackness.

He seemed to fall for an eternity before he struck. It was like hitting
a plank. The jar ran up his legs. He went down, down, half-dazed. Then
he was clawing frantically to the surface.

He broke water. He could see nothing. It was like the bottom of a well.

"Tabak! Tabak! Where are you?"

His fingers touched something. It was the girl's shoulder. She was
moving feebly, half-conscious. Treading water, he seized her, slid his
arm across her chest, began to tow her away from the wall.

"Jump!" he called to Reiloc. "I've Tabak."

"By the Radiant God!" came the Nehogan's hoarse voice; "here I come!"

There was a splash, followed almost immediately by another, as the cave
girl leaped also. The pair of them came up, blowing, unhurt.

"Which way?" Reiloc gasped.

"Follow the wall." Jupiter was trying to recall Tabak's memory
patterns. "We're near the edge of the city, I think. There should be a
beach just ahead."

They swam on, guiding themselves by the lap of water against the base
of the wall. Jupiter, with his arm across Tabak's shoulder and breast,
felt the girl shudder.

"Jupiter," she said weakly. "Jupiter, is that you?"

"Yes. Are you all right?"

"I--I think so. I can swim now."

All at once, he realized that the lapping of the water had changed to a
faint, shushing sound.

"The beach!" he said.

Reiloc grunted. Lete didn't say anything. The wild girl swam like an
otter, silent and alert. Jupiter touched bottom, helped Tabak up the
beach, where they all flung themselves down in the warm sand.

A breeze had started up and was ripping the fog into wisps. A few stars
glittered from the torn sky. The wall of the city loomed above them
dark and threatening.

Tabak's fingers closed convulsively over Jupiter's hand.

"I'm afraid," she whispered. "It's so big and so empty out here. And
there's no place where we can hide from them. They'll be after us in
the morning with Nehogans and web-birds. They'll never let you go,
Jupiter, never! They're afraid that you'll be able to unite the wild
Kagans--"

"If we can only reach the ship," he muttered, and felt around in his
pack for the metal tentacle that Reiloc had hacked from the Radiant God.

It was safe, thank the Lord, though it was only a fraction of the fuel
he would need. The whole idol, that was what he must have. His eyes
narrowed in the darkness.

The cave girl said in a nervous voice, "We must reach the jungle before
daybreak."

He pulled himself to his feet. Lete took the lead, striking out for the
invisible hills. She seemed to possess an instinct as unerring as a
homing pigeon's. Every step, Jupiter realized, was taking him further
and further from the source of his fuel.

       *       *       *       *       *

During the next twelve days they dodged about the hills. Time after
time they escaped discovery by the narrowest margin. Parties of
Nehogans combed the jungle, while the web-birds wheeled back and forth
in the sky like observation planes. Nothing but Lete's junglecraft
saved them.

On the thirteenth day they ran into a party of hunters from Lete's
colony. The cave men were strongly thewed brutes, armed with spears and
clubs, dressed in the skins of animals.

They were suspicious at first. But when Lete explained that Jupiter was
the Wanderer-from-Beyond, they grew excited as children.

Jupiter had to demonstrate his lightning stick. That night they had
a feast, and the cave men left at dawn to spread the word that the
Wanderer-from-Beyond had actually appeared.

Two days later they reached the ship.

As Jupiter parted the last screen of leaves and saw the familiar hull
of the Mizar, he had to bottle up his emotions to keep from yelling
and dancing a jig. He ran his hand fondly along the cool metal, caught
Tabak watching him with a twinkle in her blue eyes. He took his hand
away guiltily, started for the port.

It was then that Lete balked. The cave girl refused absolutely to enter
the belly of the monster, as she put it. Nor did Reiloc look overjoyed
at the prospect.

Jupiter was determined to drop like a fiery comet out of the night sky
before the startled cave men. At length he consented to let Reiloc and
Lete go ahead on foot to prepare the wild Kagans for his coming.

He and Tabak watched the pair disappear into the jungle, then he
touched the button activating the lock.

Even as he did so there was a sudden swish overhead, and a shadow raced
across the clearing. The Caligan girl screamed. From the corner of his
eye, Jupiter saw a web-bird dropping out of the sky like a hawk!

He picked up Tabak, tossed her bodily through the port, tumbled in
after her. He kicked the massive door shut not a second too soon.
Racing up the ladder, he searched the sky through the transparent
thermoplas blister.

It was an empty, hot blue bowl cupping the ship, the jungles and
mountains. Then he saw the web-bird rise in sweeping spirals like an
enormous buzzard.

A black speck appeared above the crest of a ridge. It was another of
the ungainly creatures. It joined the first and the pair began to
circle high in the sky above the ship. Three more flapped into his
range of vision. They kept coming until at least fifty of the giant
web-birds hung wheeling and dipping monotonously above the Mizar, but
so far away they were little more than black specks.


                                 VIII

He was still staring up at them when the Caligan girl climbed up into
the control blister beside him.

"Can't you shoot them down?" she protested.

He shook his head.

"They stay out of range. I don't understand it. The way they act, you'd
think they knew just how close they could come."

"Of course they know!" Tabak bit her lip. "Jupiter, they're directed
telepathically by the Anolyn, and the Anolyn picked your brain clean!"

He said: "Damn!"

"They--they can't get at us in here," Tabak asked, "can they?"

He shook his head. "We're safe enough as long as we stay inside. We
could fly away, I suppose, but as soon as we came back they'd pick us
up again. And I haven't enough fuel to waste any of it."

The Caligan girl brightened.

"At least we're giving Reiloc and Lete a better chance to get through.
We've drawn off all the birds for miles around."

Jupiter nodded, broke open his pack. Tabak's blue eyes were alive with
curiosity as she watched him feed the radioactive tentacle into the
fuel hoppers, reset the alarms and check the instruments.

Tabak poked into every corner of the ship, "Oh-ed" and "ah-ed" with
delight. She wanted to know about everything. But before Jupiter could
tell her she would say, "This is Briggs' cabin, isn't it?" Or, "This is
the galley," and laugh at his expression.

"Jupiter," she said soberly, with one of her quick shifts of mood.
"Are--are you very fond of Lete?"

He raised his sandy eyebrows. "What made you ask that?"

"I don't want to see you hurt, Jupiter." Tabak grew more and
more confused under his level stare. "You don't know the Kagans.
They--they're promiscuous like animals. Lete would never understand
your morals. She couldn't--"

Jupiter slapped his leg, burst into laughter.

"Good heavens, I'm not in love with her. Why, I'll be leaving Yogol as
soon as I can get enough fuel. I couldn't take her with me anyway."

"Oh," said Tabak.

Jupiter's eyes suddenly widened.

"You were speaking Lingua Galactica!"

"Why not? I know it as well as you." They were back in the control
blister. She sank into an acceleration chair, smoothed the short black
sarong over her legs, raised her eyes to his. A small frown drew her
brows together.

"Jupiter, what is love?"

"What did you say?" he asked, not sure that he'd heard her aright.

"Love. There's no such emotion among Yogolians. Sexual attraction, but
not love. What is it, Jupiter?"

He gave her a startled, baffled look.

"It--it's a romantic invention," he said, "to dress up the biological
urge. It's something you feel for another person like hunger only not
so tangible."

She nodded to herself. "That's what I thought, but I wasn't sure. Is it
very strong, Jupiter?"

"It can be."

"What are the symptoms?"

He scratched his chin. "It hits different people different ways.
You--you--Oh, hell," he said, "I don't know. What ever made you ask?"

"I've got it," she said in a stricken voice.

Jupiter sat bolt upright. "You mean you're in love?"

She nodded unhappily, stood up. "I think I want to be by myself."
Averting her head, she walked quickly to the door and slipped out of
sight down the ladder before Jupiter could recover from the shock.

"Hey!" he cried, springing to his feet; "where are you going?"

There was no answer. Then he heard the door of Briggs' cabin open and
close. Suddenly his eyes widened. He dropped down the ladder, tried
the door, but it was locked. "Tabak! Tabak!" he called, rapped on the
panel. "Open up!"

"Go away," he heard her call in an unsteady voice; "please go away and
leave me alone."

"Tabak, listen," he said. "You didn't mean me? You weren't talking
about me when you said--" His voice trailed off. Confound it, that
didn't sound at all the way he wanted it to.

There was something suspiciously like a sob from beyond the door.

"No!" Tabak said in a muffled voice. "Of course not!"

Jupiter felt suddenly very foolish. Without another word, he turned on
his heel, strode from the passage.

       *       *       *       *       *

Two days later the web-birds came--tiny black specks wheeling around
and around in the sky like vultures drawn by carrion. Jupiter stood in
the control blister and scowled up at them.

He was worried about Reiloc and the cave girl who should have returned
yesterday. Maybe he'd better not wait any longer. He was turning away
to call Tabak, when a wild clamor broke loose from stem to stern of the
Mizar as the alarm bell began to ring. Jupiter's head jerked up! The
black specks were plummeting Yogol-wards, diving like kingfishers.

Then he saw Lete break from the encircling jungle, sprint for the ship.
The cave girl was alone. There was no sign of Reiloc anywhere.

Jupiter yelled down the tube to Tabak: "Open the port! Quick!"

He heard her gasp as he sprang for the keys that brought the needle gun
into play.

It was a precision weapon, a fine, invisible ray of disruptive force.
As the first of the web-birds dropped arrow-like into range, the ray
touched it. The creature exploded like a fountain of spray. He got two
more before the startled birds sheered off.

Snapping on the outside amplifiers, he yelled: "Lete!" His voice boomed
through the loudspeaker--a giant's voice that stopped the cave girl
dead in her tracks. "Lete! What's wrong?"

She stared upward in fright at the gleaming bullet-shaped monster.

"Quick, girl, speak up!"

"The Anolyn," she said in a small voice.

"What about them?"

"The Anolyn have sent a great army of Nehogans. Our men have seen them,
less than a day's march from here."

"Get in the ship!" Jupiter commanded.

Lete began to tremble, but she was too frightened to disobey. She
climbed meekly through the port. With a hollow "clang!" it shut behind
her.

       *       *       *       *       *

Jupiter blasted the starship off the ground with the jets. He couldn't
use the inertialess stellar drive inside Yogol's gravitational field
and the Mizar rocked sickeningly as it hurtled above the surface under
rocket propulsion.

Lete cowered in the shock absorber where Jupiter had buckled her down
against her will. Her yellow eyes were glazed. She was like a wild
animal in a trap.

Tabak was pale, but she stared eagerly through the transparent rind of
the blister. Jupiter shot her an approving glance. He'd never realized
how blue the Caligan girl's eyes were--cerulean blue, alive, dancing
like a little girl's with a new doll.

"Take the scanner," he said gruffly. "You should know how it operates."

"May I? I'll be ever so careful."

She found it unhesitatingly, turned it on. The surface of Yogol sprang
on the screen in three dimensional reality. Tabak gasped.

"I'm almost afraid I might fall into it!" Then she stiffened. "There
they are! There! Look, Jupiter!"

He glanced into the screen. The valley widened out below, and he could
see a great army of men camped on the level ground. Thousands of the
copper-skinned Nehogan warriors! They stood in excited clusters,
staring upward, pointing at the Mizar with its comet tail of flame.

Jupiter could make out the striped tents of the Anolyn in the center of
the encampment. He could see pink-skinned Caligans and stolid porters.
He turned to the terrified cave girl.

"What happened to Reiloc?"

Lete only moaned.

"Answer me!" he snapped. "Where's Reiloc?"

"He--he stayed at the cliffs to organize my people into an army. The
tribes have been coming in for days. Ever since the word spread that
the Wanderer has appeared. Reiloc said to tell you that he was going to
split his forces, attack from both ends of the valley."

Jupiter swore under his breath. "We're going down," he told Tabak.
"Going down fast. Hang onto your hair."

He put the Mizar into a tight spiral, drove her down like a blazing
meteor. The star ship must have presented an awe-inspiring sight, jets
shooting streamers of flame, her nose pointed directly at the cluster
of striped tents in the center of the army.

[Illustration: _He drove her down like a blazing meteor._]

Below him, the Nehogans scattered panic-stricken. The surface was
rushing up at him like a gigantic expanding cannon ball. He cut in
"George", buckled himself down frantically.

The Mizar seemed to explode as every available jet burst into life. A
thunderous booming roar deafened him. Then the ship struck with a jar
that almost shook loose his teeth.

He threw off the straps, dived for the control panel.

       *       *       *       *       *

Ash covered the ground where the tents had been. At least half of the
purple-shelled octopods had been consumed instantly by the jets. The
Anolyn who remained alive were scuttling for the protection of the
jungle. Jupiter swung the needle gun into action.

The Nehogans had outstripped their slow-moving masters, who crawled
like a cluster of frightened tortoises across the bare, flat land. The
sides of the valley were alive with humans; they had fled that far and
had turned to watch in frightened silence.

Jupiter concentrated on the Anolyn, picking them off one by one. Only a
few seconds actually had elapsed since the Mizar had appeared over the
horizon, and already less than a dozen of the terrified creatures were
left, crawling desperately for the hills.

A sudden whisper of wings sounded overhead. Something like the shadow
of a cloud raced across the flat land toward the cluster of fleeing
octopods.

"The web-birds!" Tabak cried.

Jupiter lifted his eyes, saw a flock of the ungainly creatures. There
must have been nearly a hundred of them. They swooped down on their
Anolyn masters, plucked the octopods from the ground with a furious
beating of wings.

Jupiter's eyes widened in disbelief as the remaining Anolyn were borne
to safety above the tree tops.

The Mizar was left all alone in the center of the valley.

Then to a man the frightened mob on the hillsides fell down on their
faces, arms extended before them toward the ship below, and a great
babbling cry arose:

"The Wanderer! The Wanderer-from-Beyond!"

Tabak whirled away from the plastic rind.

"Jupiter! There comes Reiloc now! He must be warned, Jupiter! He
doesn't know that the Anolyn have fled. He'll attack!"

At the head of the valley a mass of half-naked cavemen were streaming
from the trees. They were a wild, undisciplined lot like an army of
soldier ants on the march. Even from this distance, Jupiter recognized
the giant figure of Reiloc striding at their head.

He swore in Lingua Galactica. "I can't afford to leave the ship just
yet. Not until we know how that crazy Anolyn army's going to behave.
The ship's our ace in the hole."

"I'll go," Tabak said, and darted for the well.

Jupiter watched her disappear down the ladder with a vague feeling of
uneasiness. Then he turned back to the transparent rind. He caught
sight of her again, running across the level ground toward Reiloc,
waving her arms--a slim, blonde figure in the sarong, barefooted and
barelegged. He swallowed disconsolately.

So, he thought, it must be Reiloc that she's crazy about. Reiloc!

He could see the giant Nehogan leave the cavemen, hurry toward the
girl. They met on the level valley floor between the ship and the wild
Kagans who were still debouching from among the trees.

Jupiter's blood ran suddenly cold. A flock of web-birds had appeared
over the crest of the hill.

He leaped for the keys of the needle gun.

"Reiloc!" he yelled through the P. A. "Tabak! Watch out! The birds!"

He got three of the ungainly flying webs with the needle ray. Then he
couldn't shoot any more.

"Oh, hell," he said.

The web-birds had dropped onto the pair in the open. Jupiter could
see neither Reiloc nor Tabak. Only the monstrous fluttering of the
creature's wings. Then the flock lifted slowly into the air bearing
the Nehogan and the Caligan girl aloft. Jupiter didn't dare fire for
fear of hitting either the one or the other.

They rose higher, higher, then straight as wild bees they lined out for
the distant city by the _Dra Dur_.

Jupiter was beside himself with helpless rage and consternation. He
couldn't chase them in the starship. It would be like attempting to
follow a school of fish in an ocean liner.

He was stunned. He sank into an acceleration chair, while the web-birds
with their human freight, became smaller and smaller in the distance.

       *       *       *       *       *

During the days following the capture of Tabak and Reiloc, Jupiter
was frantic. He couldn't rid his mind of the horrors that the fragile
Caligan girl might be undergoing. The breeding stations, the biological
laboratories, the inhuman orgies that took place in the city by the
_Dra Dur_. Reiloc would be no better off, except that they might kill
him outright instead of by degrees. Every hour's delay multiplied their
danger.

Jupiter drove himself unmercifully, but there weren't enough hours for
him to cram in all the things that had to be done.

He allowed the Kagans to retain their loose tribal organization.
More tribes joined the march on the city by the _Dra Dur_ every day.
They were more like a migrating people than an army. They were bound
together by only one common impulse--a desire to annihilate the Anolyn.

Lete was some help to Jupiter there. The cave girl acted as liaison
officer between him and the Kagan chiefs. He was aware that she
had risen to a position of eminence among her people--an Amazon
chieftainess, a cave girl Joan of Arc.

Her rise to power suited him because it left him free to organize the
Nehogan army.

They were his only trained body of men and they were useless so long
as the parasites were fastened to their necks. The Anolyn could regain
control of them, turn his own army against him.

Jupiter set himself to the impossible task of administering the
exsrocain to the Nehogan soldiers, the Caligan advisers, even the
green-skinned porters.

He made short hops in the star ship, setting up his camp ahead of
the slow-moving army. As soon as they began to stream in, he set to
administering the drug. He trained a staff of Caligans, who were more
adept at such things. He synthesized gallons of the stuff and taught
them how to synthesize it.

And all the time he lived in perpetual dread of the Anolyn's next move.

Overhead the web-birds wheeled and dipped, at first hundreds, then
thousands of the creatures as they drew closer to the city. They were
the eyes of the Anolyn, he sensed. They followed the army like gulls
following a ship.

On the seventeenth day they reached the broad plains surrounding
the city by the _Dra Dur_, deployed before the towering walls and
battlements.

The Nehogan general and Lete were closeted with Jupiter in the Mizar,
laying their final plans, when a postern gate opened and a man left the
city, made his way alone toward the lines of the invading army.

       *       *       *       *       *

He was a Caligan in a living, yellow furred boj and sandals. His eyes
were peculiar--a glazed blue like enamelware. He made no move to escape
or defend himself when the pickets grabbed him.

He said that he had a message for the Wanderer-from-Beyond from the
Anolyn.

He was turned over to a Nehogan officer and brought before Jupiter in
the Mizar.

One look at the man told Jupiter that he was possessed--that he was
merely a vehicle through which some Anolyn inside the city was seeing,
hearing, speaking, acting--

In an undertone he cautioned Lete and the Nehogan general not to
mention their plans, turned to the Caligan envoy.

"What message do the Anolyn send?"

The Caligan stood like a man in a cataleptic trance, regarded Jupiter
with fixed, unwinking attention.

"I am to inform you that the girl, Tabak, and the man, Reiloc, are
unharmed."

Jupiter realized suddenly that his forehead was covered with sweat. He
didn't interrupt.

The Caligan continued in that flat, unemotional voice:

"Unless you disband your army and send them away, the girl will be
turned over to the long-tailed Begans to play with. If she survives
the animal-men, which is doubtful, she will be sent to the biological
laboratories for vivisection. Reiloc, of course, will be operated on
immediately."

The Caligan paused. The control blister was still.

"In the event you agree to the Anolyn terms," the emissary went on,
"both Tabak and Reiloc will be set free outside the city gates. You are
to take them aboard your ship and leave Yogol forever.

"Post-hypnotic commands have been implanted in both their minds. If you
return or attempt treachery, of any kind, they will kill you.

"You have until sunup to give us your decision."

The Caligan stopped talking.

Jupiter let his breath run out between his teeth. The orange sun was
sinking into the _Dra Dur_. Lete's yellow eyes glittered. The Nehogan
general opened his mouth to speak. But Jupiter silenced him with an
imperative gesture.

"This is not something to be decided without thought," he told the
unwinking emissary. "We'll give you our answer before daybreak." He
turned to the guards. "Lock him in my cabin."

No sooner had the door closed on the Caligan envoy, than Lete sprang
to her feet. She was clad in the fur of some jungle beast. A sword and
dagger hung at her waist. She made Jupiter think of a savage Joan of
Arc more than ever and he could feel his heart sink.

"There is but one answer," she flashed, "and that's to attack! Attack
tonight before they can bring up reinforcements.

"This is the first time the Kagans have been united. Do they think
we're foolish enough to throw away everything for the life of a man and
a girl!"

Jupiter didn't say anything.

The Nehogan general shook his head. He looked somewhat like Reiloc
except that he was older, heavier.

"After all," he said, "many men will die during the battle. Is that any
reason to abandon the fight? What's the life of two people against the
whole world? I don't understand it. The Anolyn must be very desperate
to offer such terms. It is a trick, maybe."

"No," said Jupiter. "No, I don't think it's a trick." But he knew that
it would be impossible to explain his feelings either to the cave
girl or the Nehogan general. Such sentimentality was foreign to their
natures. If he attempted to dissuade them from their purpose, they
would go ahead in spite of him. And he couldn't blame them.

He said: "We'll attack at sunup."

"But why wait until then?" Lete demanded hotly, "When the Anolyn will
be expecting us?"

"To give me time to get inside and open the gate," he told her.

"You can get inside the city?" the Nehogan general asked incredulously.
"Undetected?"

"I think so. It's worth a try."

"Yes," said the general grimly, "if you can get the gate open it may
mean the difference between victory and defeat. When will you start?"

Jupiter was staring at the spires and steeples of the city by the _Dra
Dur_, bathed in the angry orange rays of the setting sun.

"One hour after dark," he said.


                                  IX

Jupiter dismounted the needle ray. It never had been intended to serve
as a hand weapon. It was like carrying a fifty millimeter anti-aircraft
gun, but on this planet of mild gravity he was able to handle it well
enough.

He encased it carefully in waterproof wrappings. Then he broke out a
spacesuit.

Sun up. The order was to attack at sun up! It didn't give him much time.

The Yogolians knew nothing about reducing a fortified city, but they
had cut timbers for scaling ladders. The cavemen could run up them like
monkeys. They should carry the walls by sheer numbers.

Lete and the Nehogan general watched him curiously as he donned the
spacesuit. He picked up the unwieldy gun, started through the soft
black night for the city.

They went along with him discussing their plans. He answered in grunts,
his voice harshly metallic coming through the diaphragm. At the front
lines he left them behind and went on alone across the level plain like
a robot in the cumbersome suit.

The impulse to run was almost uncontrollable. Suppose the Anolyn were
suspicious. They might have been bluffing, Tabak and Reiloc might
already be dead. He began to sweat.

He plodded on steadily through soft, plowed land. He reached a pasture
and a herd of the long-tailed Begans ran up sniffing him curiously.
The black, hairy men followed him, grunting, among themselves, to the
opposite fence where they stopped. They had been trained not to climb
fences.

All at once he realized that he had come to the beach. The walls of the
city loomed darkly massive above him. Stars twinkled in the velvet sky.

He waded out into the water. The stars vanished as the _Dra Dur_ closed
above his helmet. He snapped on his torch.

The light drove a lance through water ahead, revealing the sandy
bottom, strange submarine creatures. He struggled on and on, the pitch
of the sea floor becoming steeper. It was like a fairyland of grottoes
and trailing seaweed. Then the rays from his torch struck the gaping
mouth of a cave.

Only it wasn't a cave at all. It was more like a tunnel--a tunnel that
the ancients had driven through the mountains.

Jupiter felt his heart leap into his throat. It was what he had been
searching for--the mouth of one of the canals leading beneath the city
by the _Dra Dur_.

He turned into it, his light revealing smooth composition walls, green
and slick with algae. He must have gone a mile before he found a ramp
leading to the surface.

As his helmet broke water, he saw that his luck was still holding. He
was beneath the temple of the Radiant God. The ramp which continued on
up into the temple proper was deserted.

He sat down, unwrapped the needle gun, then started up the ramp like
some amphibious monster of the deep. Tabak and Reiloc, he was sure,
were being confined in the temple. The breeding pens more than likely,
since that was where most of the human guinea pigs were confined.

He didn't encounter a single Anolyn until he reached the central
courtyard.

The courtyard was divided into runs like a dog kennel. It was dark with
a pitch-like blackness. He hastily shut the air intake valve on the
spacesuit. The stench was terrible. He could hear grunts, soft voices.
Someplace in the darkness a girl was crying.

Jupiter was revolted to the depths of his being. When he thought of
Tabak being shut up here, he could feel his blood run cold.

How was he going to find her in this mess? He didn't dare use the torch
and time was running out.

Overhead the stars were paling. A light appeared diagonally across the
courtyard. He flattened himself against the wall.

       *       *       *       *       *

It was a torch, he saw, in the hand of a pink-skinned Caligan. A dozen
grotesque Anolyn followed the torch bearer, then a company of Nehogans.
Jupiter watched them make their way between the runs.

His eyes suddenly narrowed. They had stopped before a cage in which he
could see a girl.

The door was opened, the girl dragged out, hustled toward a pen of long
tailed Begans. The smoky light of the torch glared briefly on her face.

Tabak! They had taken away the girl's sarong, caged her like a wild
animal.

Jupiter swung up the needle ray. He could see them leading Reiloc from
the next cage.

He yelled: "Tabak! Reiloc! To me!" and flicked on the ray gun.

The disruptive beam of force touched one of the guards. There was a
brief, brilliant flash. Then another and another as the ray fingered
guard after guard.

The yard went from light to dark to light again, freezing the action.
Jupiter saw Tabak break away, sprint toward him down the corridor
between the runs. Reiloc was directly behind her. The giant Nehogan had
snatched a sword from one of the guards whom Jupiter had rayed down. He
brandished it over his head, yelled savagely.

More Nehogans poured into the courtyard, summoned telepathically by the
Anolyn. Then Reiloc and Tabak were crowding beside him.

"The city gates!" Jupiter barked. "We've got to reach them before dawn!"

"This way," Tabak cried. She plunged into a passage leading from the
court.

"Not so fast," Jupiter grunted. "I can't keep up in this damned suit."

The Caligan girl slowed down. Behind them the pandemonium from the
breeding pens became fainter and died away. Reiloc, pounding along at
Jupiter's elbow, said:

"Has the city been attacked?"

"No. Sun up. We've got to open the main gate."

They burst from the temple into the street. The guard at the entrance
was caught flatfooted. Reiloc laid him out with a blow of his sword,
and they ran on down a strangely deserted street.

"Where's everybody?" Jupiter panted.

Tabak said over her shoulder. "There's only a skeleton force in the
city. Most of the Nehogans were in the army they sent after us."

Red was streaking the East, when they reached the gate. It was guarded
by a lone Anolyn and a dozen Caligans.

Jupiter rayed the octopod and the Caligans scattered like frightened
birds. Reiloc started the mechanism that rolled back the massive,
circular gate. No one tried to stop them.

Jupiter continued to wait tensely, covering the street with the needle
ray. He was still waiting when the advance body of the encircling
Nehogan army poured through the entrance.

He stood there--a scowl on his lean brown face as the Nehogans
continued to trot into the city. They were veterans. They fanned up the
streets, searched the buildings as they went. There were a few sharp
clashes, but that was all.

In less than an hour, the city by the _Dra Dur_ had fallen.

The Anolyn had retreated silently into the sea from whence they had
arisen.

       *       *       *       *       *

As the last chunk of the Radiant God went into the fuel hoppers aboard
the Mizar, Jupiter realized that there was nothing left to hold him on
the planet.

The Yogolians were busy organizing themselves into a cohesive people.
Outside the city walls, the horde was camped. Lete was high in the
council of chiefs and an expedition was being planned against a second
town further up the coast.

They were a resilient race, these Yogolians. Now that they had the
means to combat the Anolyn, it wouldn't be long before the last of the
octopods were driven back into the _Dra Dur_. They didn't need him any
more.

Jupiter climbed the ladder to the control blister. It was night, the
bluish pallor of the riding lights illuminating the instruments. All
about him rose the dark spires of the city by the _Dra Dur_.

He stared upward through the blister. The huge, dark nebula seemed to
cut a hole in space.

He felt a tingle in his nerve ends. He was sure Earth lay on the other
side of that hundred-and-twenty-light-year long stretch of blackness. A
sudden wave of homesickness gripped him.

Why not blast off now--this minute?

He could feel his heart pump a little faster. The ship was fueled up,
ready to go. He had told Reiloc only a little while ago that he might
leave any time--tonight even.

He hadn't seen Tabak since the fall of the city. He had tried to find
her, asking questions of everyone, but nobody seemed to know anything
about her. The Caligan girl obviously was avoiding him.

Jupiter swore under his breath. His fingers touched the controls. Flame
rumbled suddenly in the jets, rebounded in orange billows past the
blister.

As soon as Jupiter was beyond Yogol's gravitational field, he switched
to the inertialess stellar drive, turned the ship over to "George". He
leaned back in his seat. It was good to feel the weightless buoyancy of
deep space again.

Someone said: "Dinner is being served in the galley, sir!"

Jupiter shot out of his chair, banged his shoulder against the
overhead, forgetting all about his lack of weight. He rebounded
helplessly to the deck, squirmed around.

"Tabak!" he gasped.

The Caligan girl stood beside the ladder leading below. She was dressed
in Brigg's olive-green uniform, her eyes dancing.

"But I thought you'd gone away!"

Her face softened. "I couldn't. It--it's too strong for me, Jupiter.
I've been in Brigg's cabin all the time. I knew that was one place
you'd never go."

He said: "Then it was me?" his eyes slowly kindling.

Tabak nodded.

Jupiter shoved off from the back of the shock absorber, grabbed the
girl in his arms. "You're crazy," he said, "you didn't have to stow
away."

"But you said you wouldn't take anybody with you when you left."

The tube began to buzz angrily; the red light winked on. Jupiter
stiffened.

"Who's _that_?"

Then Reiloc's voice sounded in the communicator.

"Will you come down here and show me how to eat?" he demanded in an
aggrieved voice. "My coffee is floating in a ball around the ceiling!"

Tabak giggled.

Jupiter couldn't believe it. He said, "Who else is aboard?"

"No one. Just Reiloc and me. You're not angry, are you? He was wild to
come. I never could have stayed hidden if it hadn't been for him. He
brought me food and--"

"You mean he knew where you were all the time?"

"Yes," she said meekly.

"Are you coming down?" Reiloc bellowed; "or must I starve?"

"Go ahead and starve," said Jupiter, "we're busy."



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