Now, indeed, did I have reason to curse the stupidity
that had permitted me to cast into the abyss all of
the hooked poles save one, since even this one was
now lost to me and I was utterly without means of escape
from the tunnel.
As the fellow approached me at a rapid run I hurled my
lance, but being unaccustomed to the weapon, I missed,
and then he was upon me, dropping his own lance as he
leaped for me, for it was evidently his desire to take me
alive and unharmed. I thought that I was going to have
him now, for I believed that I was more than a match for
him, but there are tricks in every method of attack and
this lunar warrior was evidently well schooled in his own
methods of offense. He scarcely seemed to touch me, and
yet he managed to trip me and push me simultaneously
so that I fell heavily backward to the ground and turning
a little sideways as I fell, I must have struck my head
against the side of the tunnel, for that is the last that I
remember until I regained consciousness in the very cave
that Nah-ee-lah and I had reached when we saw the first
of the Kalkars. I was surrounded by a party of eight of
the Kalkars, two of whom were half carrying, half dragging
me. I learned later that in the fight before the rostrum
I had killed four of their number.
The fellow who had captured me was in very good humor,
doubtless because of his success, and when he discovered
that I had regained consciousness he started to converse
with me.
“You thought that you could escape from Gapth, did
you?” he cried, “but never; you might escape from the
others, but not from me—no, not from Gapth.”
“I did the principal thing that I desired to do,” I replied,
wishing to learn if Nah-ee-lah had escaped.
“What is that?” demanded Gapth.
“I succeeded in accomplishing the escape of my companion,”
I replied.
He made a wry face at that. “If Gapth had been there
a moment earlier she would not have escaped, either,” he
said, and by that I knew that she had escaped, unless she
had fallen back into the crater; and I was amply repaid for
my own capture if it had won freedom for Nah-ee-lah.
“Although I did not escape this time,” I said, “I shall
next time.”
He laughed a nasty laugh. “There will be no next time,”
he said, “for we are taking you to the city, and once there,
there is no escape, for this is the only avenue by which you
can reach the outer world and once within the city you
never can retrace your steps to the mouth of the tunnel.”
I was not so sure of that, myself, for my sense of direction
and that of location are very well developed within
me. The degree of perfection attained in orientation by
many officers of the International Peace Fleet has been described
as almost miraculous, and even among such as these
my ability in this line was a matter of comment. I was
glad, therefore, that the fellow had warned me, since now
I should be particularly upon the watch for each slightest
scrap of information that would fix in my memory whatever
route I might be led over. From the cave in which I
regained consciousness there was but a single route to the
mouth of the tunnel, but from here on into the city I must
watch every turn and fork and crossing and draw upon
the tablets of my memory an accurate and detailed map of
the entire route.
“We do not even have to confine our prisoners,” continued
Gapth, “after we have so marked them that their
ownership may always be determined.”
“How do you mark them?” I asked.
“With heated irons we make the mark of the owner
here,” and he touched my forehead just above my eyes.
“Pleasant,” I thought to myself, and then aloud: “Shall
I belong to you?”
“I do not know,” he replied, “but you will belong to
whomever The Twentyfour allot you.”
We moved on after we left the cave for a considerable
period of time in silence. I was busy making mental notes
of every salient feature that might be useful to me in retracing
my steps, but I found nothing other than a winding
and gently ascending corridor, without crossings or
branches, until we reached the foot of a long flight of stone
steps at the summit of which we emerged into a large
chamber in the walls of which there must have been at
least a dozen doorways, where, to my great disappointment,
I was immediately blindfolded. They whirled me around
then, but evidently it was done perfunctorily, since it was
exactly one full turn and I was halted in my tracks facing
precisely in the same direction that I had been before.
This I was positive of, for our powers of orientation are
often tested in this way in the air service. Then they
marched me straight forward across the room through a
doorway directly opposite that at which I had entered the
chamber. I could tell when we left the larger chamber
and entered the corridor from the different sound which
our footsteps made. We advanced along this corridor
ninety-seven paces, when we turned abruptly to the right
and at the end of thirty-three paces emerged into another
chamber, as I could easily tell again from the sound of our
footsteps the instant we crossed the threshold. They led
me about this chamber a couple of times with the evident
intention of bewildering me, but in this they did not succeed,
for when they turned again into a corridor I knew
that it was the same corridor from which I had just emerged
and that I was retracing my steps. This time they took
me back thirty-three paces and then turned abruptly to the
right. I could not but smile to myself when I realized
that we were now continuing directly along the same corridor
as that which we had entered immediately after they
had first blindfolded me, their little excursion through the
short corridor into the second chamber having been but a
ruse to bewilder me. A moment later, at the foot of a
flight of steps they removed the blind, evidently satisfied
that there was now no chance of my being able to retrace
my steps and find the main tunnel leading to the crater,
while, as a matter of fact, I could easily have retraced every
foot of it blindfolded.
From here on we climbed interminable stairways, passed
through numerous corridors and chambers, all of which
were illuminated by the radium-bearing substance which
coated their walls and ceilings, and then we emerged suddenly
upon a terrace into the open air, and I obtained my
first view of a lunar city. It was built around a crater, and
the buildings were terraced back from the rim, the terraces
being generally devoted to the raising of garden truck and
the principal fruit-bearing trees and shrubs. The city extended
upward several hundred feet, the houses, as I learned
later, being built one upon another, the great majority of
them, therefore, being without windows looking upon the
outer world.
I was led along the terrace for a short distance, and
during this brief opportunity for observation I deduced
that the cultivated terraces lay upon the roofs of the tier
of buildings next below. To my right I could see the terraced
steps extending downward to the rim of the crater.
Nearly all the terraces were covered with vegetation,
and in numerous places I saw what appeared to be Va-gas
feeding upon the plants, and this I later learned was the
fact, and that the Kalkars, when they are able to capture
members of the race of Va-gas, keep them in captivity and
breed them as we breed cattle, for their flesh. It is necessary,
to some extent, to change the diet of the Va-gas almost
exclusively to vegetation, though this diet is supplemented
by the flesh of the Kalkars, and their Laythean slaves
who die, the Va-gas thus being compelled to serve the double
purpose of producing flesh for the Kalkars and acting
as their scavengers as well.
Upon my left were the faces of buildings, uniformly two
stories in height, with an occasional slender tower rising
fifteen, twenty or sometimes as high as thirty feet from the
terraced roofs above. It was into one of these buildings
that my captors led me after we had proceeded a short
distance along the terrace, and I found myself in a large
apartment in which were a number of male Kalkars, and at
a desk facing the entrance a large, entirely bald man who
appeared to be of considerable age. To this person I was
led by Gapth, who narrated my capture and the escape of
Nah-ee-lah.
The fellow before whom I had been brought questioned
me briefly. He made no comment when I told him that I
was from another world, but he examined my garments
rather carefully and then after a moment turned to Gapth.
“We will hold him for questioning by The Twentyfour,”
he said. “If he is not of Va-nah he is neither Kalkar nor
Laythean, and consequently, he must be flesh of a lower
order and therefore may be eaten.” He paused a moment
and fell to examining a large book which seemed to be
filled with plans upon which strange hieroglyphics appeared.
He turned over several leaves, and finally coming evidently
to the page he sought, he ran a forefinger slowly over it
until it came to rest near the center of the plat. “You may
confine him here,” he said to Gapth, “in chamber eight of
the twenty-fourth section, at the seventh elevation, and you
will produce him upon orders from The Twentyfour when
next they meet,” and then to me: “It is impossible for
you to escape from the city, but if you attempt it, it may
be difficult for us to find you again immediately and when
we do you will be tortured to death as an example to other
slaves. Go!”
I went; following Gapth and the others who had conducted
me to the presence of this creature. They led me
back into the very corridor from which we had emerged
upon the terrace and then straight into the heart of that
amazing pile for fully half a mile, where they shoved me
roughly into an apartment at the right of the corridor with
the admonition that I stay there until I was wanted.
I found myself in a dimly lighted, rectangular room, the
air of which was very poor, and at the first glance I discovered
that I was not alone, for upon a bench against the
opposite wall sat a man. He looked up as I entered and I
saw that his features were very fine and that he had black
hair like Nah-ee-lah. He looked at me for a moment with
a puzzled expression in his eyes and then he addressed me.
“You, too, are a slave?” he asked.
“I am not a slave,” I replied, “I am a prisoner.”
“It is all the same,” he said; “but from whence come
you? I have never seen your like before in Va-nah.”
“I do not come from Va-nah,” I replied, and then I
briefly explained my origin and how I came to be in his
world. He did not understand me, I am sure, for though
he seemed to be, and really was, highly intelligent, he could
not conceive of any condition concerning which he had had
no experience and in this way he did not differ materially
from intelligent and highly educated Earth Men.
“And you,” I asked, at length—“you are not a Kalkar?
From whence come you?”
“I am from Laythe,” he replied. “I fell outside the
city and was captured by one of their hunting parties.”
“Why all this enmity,” I asked, “between the men of
Laythe and the Kalkars—who are the Kalkars, anyway?”
“You are not of Va-nah,” he said, “that I can see, or
you would not ask these questions. The Kalkars derive
their name from a corruption of a word meaning The
Thinkers. Ages ago we were one race, a prosperous people
living at peace with all the world of Va-nah. The Va-gas
we bred for flesh, as we do today within our own city of
Laythe and as the Kalkars do within their city. Our cities,
towns and villages covered the slopes of the mountains and
stretched downward to the sea. No corner of the three
oceans but knew our ships, and our cities were joined together
by a network of routes along which passed electrically
driven trains”—he did not use the word trains, but
an expression which might be liberally translated as ships
of the land—“while other great carriers flew through the
air. Our means of communication between distant points
were simplified by science through the use of electrical
energy, with the result that those who lived in one part
of Va-nah could talk with those who lived in any other
part of Va-nah, though it were to the remotest ends of the
world. There were ten great divisions, each ruled by its
Jemadar, and each division vied with all the others in the
service which it rendered to its people. There were those
who held high positions and those who held low; there
were those who were rich and those who were poor, but
the favors of the state were distributed equally among them,
and the children of the poor had the same opportunities
for education as the children of the rich, and there it was
that our troubles first started. There is a saying among
us that ‘no learning is better than a little,’ and I can well
believe this true when I consider the history of my world,
where, as the masses became a little educated, there developed
among them a small coterie that commenced to find
fault with everyone who had achieved greater learning or
greater power than they. Finally, they organized themselves
into a secret society called The Thinkers, but known more
accurately to the rest of Va-nah as those who thought that
they thought. It is a long story, for it covers a great period
of time, but the result was that, slowly at first, and later
rapidly, The Thinkers, who did more talking than thinking,
filled the people with dissatisfaction, until at last they arose
and took over the government and commerce of the entire
world. The Jemadars were overthrown and the ruling class
driven from power, the majority of them being murdered,
though some managed to escape, and it was these, my ancestors,
who founded the city of Laythe. It is believed that
there are other similar cities in remote parts of Va-nah
inhabited by the descendants of the Jemadar and noble
classes, but Laythe is the only one of which we have knowledge.
The Thinkers would not work, and the result was
that both government and commerce fell into rapid decay.
They not only had neither the training nor the intelligence
to develop new things, but they could not carry out the
old that had been developed for them. The arts and sciences
languished and died with commerce and government,
and Va-nah fell back into barbarism. The Va-gas saw their
chance and threw off the yoke that had held them through
countless ages. As the Kalkars had driven the noble class
into the lofty mountains, so the Va-gas drove the Kalkars.
Practically every vestige of the ancient culture and commercial
advancement of Va-nah has been wiped from the face
of the world. The Laytheans have held their own for
many centuries, but their numbers have not increased.
“Many generations elapsed before the Laytheans found
sanctuary in the city of Laythe, and during that period
they, too, lost all touch with the science and advancement
and the culture of the past. Nor was there any way in
which to rebuild what the Kalkars had torn down, since
they had destroyed every written record and every book in
every library in Va-nah. And so occupied are both races
in eking out a precarious existence that there is little likelihood
that there will ever again be any advancement made
along these lines—it is beyond the intellectual powers of
the Kalkars, and the Laytheans are too weak numerically to
accomplish aught.”
“It does look hopeless,” I said, “almost as hopeless as
our situation. There is no escape, I imagine, from this
Kalkar city, is there?”
“No,” he said, “none whatever. There is only one avenue
and we are so confused when we are brought into the
city that it would be impossible for us to find our way out
again through this labyrinth of corridors and chambers.”
“And if we did win our way to the outer world we would
be as bad off, I presume, for we could never find Laythe,
and sooner or later would be recaptured by the Kalkars or
taken by the Va-gas. Am I not right?”
“No,” he said, “you are not right. If I could reach the
rim of the crater beyond this city I could find my way to
Laythe. I know the way well, for I am one of Ko-tah’s
hunters and am thoroughly familiar with the country for
great distances in all directions from Laythe.”
So this was one of Ko-tah’s men. I was glad, indeed, that
I had not mentioned Nah-ee-lah or told him of her possible
escape, or of my acquaintance with her.
“And who is Ko-tah?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Ko-tah is the most powerful noble of Laythe,” he replied,
“some day he will be Jemadar, for now that Nah-ee-lah,
the Princess, is dead, and Sagroth, the Jemadar, grows
old, it will not be long before there is a change.”
“And if the Princess should return to Laythe,” I asked,
“would Ko-tah still become Jemadar then, upon the death
of Sagroth?”
“He would become Jemadar in any event,” replied my
companion, “for had the Princess not been carried off by
the air that runs away, Ko-tah would have married her,
unless she refused, in which event she might have died—people
do die, you know.”
“You feel no loyalty, then,” I asked, “for your old
Jemadar, Sagroth, or for his daughter, the Princess?”
“On the contrary, I feel every loyalty toward them, but
like many others, I am afraid of Ko-tah, for he is very
powerful and we know that sooner or later he will become
ruler of Laythe. That is why so many of the high nobles
have attached themselves to him—it is not through love of
Ko-tah, but through fear that he recruits his ranks.”
“But the Princess!” I exclaimed, “would the nobles
not rally to her defense?”
“What would be the use?” he asked. “We of Laythe
do but exist in the narrow confines of our prison city. There
is no great future to which we may look forward in this
life, but future incarnations may hold for us a brighter
prospect. It is no cruelty, then, to kill those who exist now
under the chaotic reign of anarchy which has reduced Va-nah
to a wilderness.”
I partially caught his rather hopeless point of view and
realized that the fellow was not bad or disloyal at heart,
but like all his race, reduced to a state of hopelessness that
was the result of ages of retrogression to which they could
see no end.
“I can find the way to the mouth of the tunnel where it
opens into the crater,” I told him. “But how can we reach
it unarmed through a city populated with our enemies who
would slay us on sight?”
“There are never very many people in the chambers or
corridors far removed from the outer terraces, and if we
were branded upon the forehead, as accepted slaves are, and
your apparel was not so noticeable, we might possibly reach
the tunnel without weapons.”
“Yes,” I said, “my clothes are a handicap. They would
immediately call attention to us; yet, it is worth risking,
for I know that I can find my way back to the crater and
I should rather die than remain a slave of the Kalkars.”
The truth of the matter was that I was not prompted so
much by abhorrence of the fate that seemed in store for
me, as by a desire to learn if Nah-ee-lah had escaped. I
was constantly haunted by the horrid fear that her hold
upon the rim of the crater had given and that she had
fallen into the abyss below. Gapth had thought that she
had escaped, but I knew that she might have fallen without
either of us having seen her, since the pole up which
she had clambered had been fastened a little beyond the
opening of the tunnel, so that, had her hold become loosened,
she would not have fallen directly past the aperture. The
more I thought of it, the more anxious I became to reach
Laythe and institute a search for her.
While we were still discussing our chances of escape, two
slaves brought us food in the shape of raw vegetables and
fruit. I scanned them carefully for weapons, but they had
none, a circumstance to which they may owe their lives.
I could have used their garments, had they been other than
slaves, but I had hit upon a bolder plan than this and must
wait patiently for a favorable opportunity to put it into
practice.
After eating I became sleepy and was about to stretch
out upon the floor of our prison when my companion, whose
name was Moh-goh, told me that there was a sleeping apartment
adjoining the room in which we were, that had been
set apart for us.
The doorway leading to the sleeping chamber was covered
by heavy hangings, and as I parted them and stepped
into the adjoining chamber, I found myself in almost total
darkness, the walls and ceiling of this room not having been
treated with the illuminating coating used in the corridors
and apartments which they wished to maintain in a lighted
condition. I later learned that all their sleeping apartments
were thus naturally dark. In one corner of the room was
a pile of dried vegetation which I discovered must answer
the purpose of mattress and covering, should I require any.
However, I was not so particular, as I had been accustomed
to only the roughest of fare since I had left my luxurious
stateroom aboard The Barsoom. How long I slept I do not
know, but I was awakened by Moh-goh calling me. He was
leaning over me, shaking me by the shoulder.
“You are wanted,” he whispered. “They have come to
take us before The Twentyfour.”
“Tell them to go to the devil,” I said, for I was very
sleepy and only half awake. Of course, he did not know
what devil meant, but evidently he judged from my tone
that my reply was disrespectful to the Kalkars.
“Do not anger them,” he said, “it will only make your
fate the harder. When The Twentyfour command, all must
obey.”
“Who are The Twentyfour?” I demanded.
“They compose the committee that rules this Kalkar
city.”
I was thoroughly awakened now and rose to my feet,
following him into the adjoining chamber, where I saw two
Kalkar warriors standing impatiently awaiting us. As I
saw them a phrase leaped to my brain and kept repeating
itself: “There are but two, there are but two.”
They were across the room from us, standing by the entrance,
and Moh-goh was close to me.
“There are but two,” I whispered to him in a low voice,
“you take one and I will take the other. Do you dare?”
“I will take the one at the right,” he replied, and together
we advanced across the room slowly toward the unsuspecting
warriors. The moment that we were in reach
of them we leaped for them simultaneously. I did not see
how Moh-goh attacked his man, for I was busy with my
own, though it took me but an instant to settle him, for I
struck him a single terrific blow upon the chin and as he
fell I leaped upon him, wresting his dagger from its scabbard
and plunging it into his heart before he could regain
his senses from the stunning impact of my fist. Then I
turned to assist Moh-goh, only to discover that he needed
no assistance, but was already arising from the body of
his antagonist, whose throat was cut from ear to ear with
his own weapon.
“Quick!” I cried to Moh-goh, “drag them into the sleeping
apartment before we are discovered;” and a moment
later we had deposited the two corpses in the dimly lighted
apartment adjoining.
“We will leave the city as Kalkar warriors,” I said, commencing
to strip the accoutrements and garments from the
man I had slain.
Moh-goh grinned. “Not a bad idea,” he said. “If you
can find the route to the crater it is possible that we may
yet escape.”
It took us but a few moments to effect the change, and
after we had hidden the bodies beneath the vegetation that
had served us as a bed and stepped out into the other
chamber, where we could have a good look at one another,
we realized that if we were not too closely scrutinized we
might pass safely through the corridors beneath the Kalkar
city, for the Kalkars are a mongrel breed, comprising many
divergent types. My complexion, which differed outrageously
from that of either the Kalkars or the Laytheans,
constituted our greatest danger, but we must take the chance,
and at least we were armed.
“Lead the way,” said Moh-goh, “and if you can find
the crater I can assure you that I can find Laythe.”
“Very good,” I said, “come,” and stepping into the corridor
I moved off confidently in the direction that I knew
I should find the passageways and stairs along which I had
been conducted from the crater tunnel. I was as confident
of success as though I were traversing the most familiar
precinct of my native city.
We traveled a considerable distance without meeting anyone,
and at last reached the chamber in which I had been
blindfolded. As we entered it I saw fully a score of Kalkars
lolling upon benches or lying upon vegetation that was
piled upon the floor. They looked up as we entered, and
at the same time Moh-goh stepped in front of me.
“Who are you and where are you going?” demanded one
of the Kalkars.
“By order of The Twentyfour,” said Moh-goh, and
stepped into the room. Instantly I realized that he did not
know in which direction to go, and that by his hesitancy all
might be lost.
“Straight ahead, straight across the room,” I whispered
to him, and he stepped out briskly in the direction of the
entrance to the tunnel. Fortunately for us, the chamber
was not brilliantly lighted, and the Kalkars were at the far
end of it; otherwise they must certainly have discovered
my deception, at least, since any sort of close inspection
would have revealed the fact that I was not of Va-nah.
However, they did not halt us, though I was sure that I
saw one of them eyeing me suspiciously, and I venture to
say that I took the last twenty steps without drawing a
breath.
It was quickly over, however, and we had entered the
tunnel which now led without further confusing ramifications
directly to the crater.
“We were fortunate,” I said to Moh-goh.
“That we were,” he replied.
In silence, then, that we might listen for pursuit, or for
the sound of Kalkars ahead of us, we hastened rapidly
along the descending passageway toward the mouth of the
tunnel where it opened into the crater; and at last, as
we rounded the last turn and I saw the light of day ahead
of me, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, though almost simultaneously
my happiness turned to despair at the sudden
recollection that there were no hooked poles here to assist
us to the summit of the crater wall. What were we to do?
“Moh-goh,” I said, turning to my companion as we halted
at the end of the tunnel, “there are no poles with which
to ascend. I had forgotten it, but in order to prevent the
Kalkars from ascending after me, I threw all but one into
the abyss, and that one slipped from the rim and was lost
also, just as my pursuers were about to seize me.”
I had not told Moh-goh that I had had a companion, since
it would be difficult to answer any questions he might propound
on the subject without revealing the identity of Nah-ee-lah.
“Oh, we can overcome that,” replied my companion.
“We have these two spears, which are extremely stout, and
inasmuch as we shall have plenty of time, we can easily
arrange them in some way that will permit us to ascend to
the summit of the crater. It is very fortunate that we were
not pursued.”
The Kalkar’s spears had a miniature crescent-shaped hook
at the base of their point similar to the larger ones effected
by the Va-gas. Moh-goh thought that we could fasten the
two spears securely together and then catch the small hook
of the upper one upon the rim of the crater, testing its hold
thoroughly before either of us attempted to ascend. Beneath
his tunic he wore a rope coiled around his waist which
he explained to me was a customary part of the equipment
of all Laytheans. It was his idea to tie one end of this
around the waist of whichever of us ascended first, the
other going as far back into the tunnel as possible and bracing
himself, so that in the event that the climber fell, he
would be saved from death, though I figured that he would
get a rather nasty shaking up and some bad bruises, under
the best of circumstances.
I volunteered to go first and began fastening one end of
the rope securely about my waist while Moh-goh made the
two spears fast together with a short length that he had
cut from the other end. He worked rapidly, with deft,
nimble fingers, and seemed to know pretty well what he was
doing. In the event that I reached the summit in safety,
I was to pull up the spears and then haul Moh-goh up by
the rope.
Having fastened the rope to my satisfaction, I stood as
far out upon the ledge before the entrance to the tunnel
as I safely could, and with my back toward the crater looked
up at the rim twenty feet above me, in a vain attempt to
select from below, if possible, a reasonably secure point
upon which to hook the spear. As I stood thus upon the
edge of eternity, steadying myself with one hand against
the tunnel wall, there came down to me from out of the
tunnel a noise which I could not mistake. Moh-goh heard
it, too, and looked at me, with a rueful shake of his head
and a shrug of his shoulders.
“Everything is against us, Earth Man,” he said, for this
was the name he had given me when I told him what my
world was called.
