Suddenly, there loomed before them the dim bulk of the star, a disc already, and Arcot snapped the ship over to the molecular motion drive at once. He knew they must be close. Before them was the angry disc of the flaming white star.
Arcot swung the ship a bit to one side, running in close to the flaming star. It was not exceedingly hot, despite the high temperature and intense radiation, for the radiating surface was too small.
They swung about the star in a parabolic orbit, for, at their velocity, the sun could not hold them in a planetary orbit.
"Our velocity, relative to this star, is pretty high," Arcot announced.
"I"m swinging in close so that I can use the star"s attraction as a brake. At this distance, it will be about six gravities, and we can add to that a molecular drive braking of four gravities.
"Suppose you look around and see if there are any planets. We can break free and head for another star if there aren"t."
Even at ten gravities of deceleration, it took several hours to reduce their speed to a point which would make it possible to head for any planet of the tiny sun.
Morey went to the observatory and swept the sky with the telectroscope.
It was difficult to find planets because the reflected light from the weak star was so dim, but he finally found one. He took angular readings on it and on the central sun. A little later, he took more readings.
Because of the changing velocity of the ship, the readings were not too accurate, but his calculations showed it to be several hundred million miles out.
They were decelerating rapidly, and soon their momentum had been reduced to less than four miles a second. When they reached the planet, Arcot threw the ship into an orbit around it and began to spiral down.
Through the clear lux windows of the control room, the men looked down upon a bleak, frozen world.
IX
Below the ship lay the unfamiliar panorama of an unknown world that circled, frozen, around a dim, unknown sun, far out in s.p.a.ce. Cold and bleak, the low, rolling hills below were black, bare rock, coated in spots with a white sheen of what appeared to be snow, though each of the men realized it must be frozen air. Here and there ran strange rivers of deep blue which poured into great lakes and seas of blue liquid.
There were mighty mountains of deep blue crystal looming high, and in the hollows and cracks of these crystal mountains lay silent, motionless seas of deep blue, unruffled by any breeze in this airless world. It was a world that lay frozen under a dim, dead sun.
They continued over the broad sweep of the level, crystalline plain as the bleak rock disappeared behind them. This world was about ten thousand miles in diameter, and its surface gravity about a quarter greater than that of Earth.
On and on they swept, swinging over the planet at an alt.i.tude of less than a thousand feet, viewing the unutterably desolate scene of the cold, dead world.
Then, ahead of them loomed a bleak, dark ma.s.s of rock again. They had crossed the frozen ocean and were coming to land again--a land no more solid than the sea.
Everywhere lay the deep drifts of snow, and here and there, through valleys, ran the streams of bright blue.
"Look!" cried Morey in sudden surprise. Far ahead and to their left loomed a strange formation of jutting vertical columns, covered with the white burden of snow. Arcot turned a powerful searchlight on it, and it stood out brightly against the vast snowfield. It was a dead, frozen city.
As they looked at it, Arcot turned the ship and headed for it without a word.
It was hard to realize the enormity of the catastrophe that had brought a cold, bleak death to the population of this world--death to an intelligent race.
Arcot finally spoke. "I"ll land the ship. I think it will be safe for us all to leave. Get out the suits and make sure all the tanks are charged and the heaters working. It will be colder here than in s.p.a.ce. Out there, we were only cooled by radiation, but those streams are probably liquid nitrogen, oxygen, and argon, and there"s a slight atmosphere of hydrogen, helium and neon cooled to about fifty degrees Absolute. We"ll be cooled by conduction and convection."
As the others got the suits ready, he lowered the ship gently to the snowy ground. It sank into nearly ten feet of snow. He turned on the powerful searchlight, and swept it around the ship. Under the warm beams, the frozen ga.s.ses evaporated, and in a few moments he had cleared the area around the ship.
Morey and the others came back with their suits. Arcot donned his, and adjusted his weight to ten pounds with the molecular power unit.
A short time later, they stepped out of the airlock onto the ice field of the frozen world. High above them glowed the dim, blue-white disc of the tiny sun, looking like little more than a bright star.
Adjusting the controls on the suits, the four men lifted into the tenuous air and headed toward the city, moving easily about ten feet above the frozen wastes of the snow field.
"The thing I don"t understand," Morey said as they shot toward the city, "is why this planet is here at all. The intense radiation from the sun when it went supernova should have vaporized it!"
Arcot pointed toward a tall, oddly-shaped antenna that rose from the highest building of the city. "There"s your answer. That antenna is similar to those we found on the planets of the Black Star; it"s a heat screen. They probably had such antennas all over the planet.
"Unfortunately, the screen"s efficiency goes up as the fourth power of the temperature. It could keep out the terrific heat of a supernova, but couldn"t keep in the heat of the planet after the supernova had died.
The planet was too cool to make the screen work efficiently!"
At last they came to the outskirts of the dead city. The vertical walls of the buildings were free of snow, and they could see the blank, staring eyes of the windows, and within, the bleak, empty rooms. They swept on through the frozen streets until they came to one huge building in the center. The doors of bronze had been closed, and through the windows they could see that the room had been piled high with some sort of insulating material, evidently used as a last-ditch attempt to keep out the freezing cold.
"Shall we break in?" asked Arcot.
"We may as well," Morey"s voice answered over the radio. "There may be some records we could take back to Earth and have deciphered. In a time like this, I imagine they would leave some records, hoping that some race _might_ come and find them."
They worked with molecular ray pistols for fifteen minutes tearing a way through. It was slow work because they had to use the heat ray pistols to supply the necessary energy for the molecular motion.
When they finally broke through, they found they had entered on the second floor; the deep snow had buried the first. Before them stretched a long, richly decorated hall, painted with great colored murals.
The paintings displayed a people dressed in a suit of some soft, white cloth, with blond hair that reached to their shoulders. They were shorter and more heavily built than Earthmen, perhaps, but there was a grace to them that denied the greater gravity of their planet. The murals portrayed a world of warm sunlight, green plants, and tall trees waving in a breeze--a breeze of air that now lay frozen on the stone floors of their buildings.
Scene after scene they saw--then they came to a great hall. Here they saw hundreds of bodies; people wrapped in heavy cloth blankets. And over the floor of the room lay little crystals of green.
Wade looked at the little crystals for a long time, and then at the people who lay there, perfectly preserved by the utter cold. They seemed only sleeping--men, women, and children, sleeping under a blanket of soft snow that evaporated and disappeared as the energy of the lights fell on it. There was one little group the men looked at before they left the room of death. There were three in it--a young man, a fair, blonde young woman who seemed scarcely more than a girl, and between them, a little child. They were sleeping, arms about each other, warm in the arms of Death, the kindly Reliever of Pain.
Arcot turned and rose, flying swiftly down the long corridor toward the door.
"That was not meant for us," he said. "Let"s leave."
The others followed.
"But let"s see what records they left," he went on. "It may be that they wanted us to know their tragic story. Let"s see what sort of civilization they had."
"Their chemistry was good, at least," said Wade. "Did you notice those green crystals? A quick, painless poison gas to relieve them of the struggle against the cold."
They went down to the first floor level, where there was a single great court. There were no pillars, only a vast, smooth floor.
"They had good architecture," said Morey. "No pillars under all the vast load of that building."
"And the load is even greater under this gravity," remarked Arcot.
In the center of the room was a great, golden bronze globe resting on a platform of marble. It must have been new when this world froze, for there was no sign of corrosion or oxidation. The men flew over to it and stood beside it, looking at the great sphere, nearly fifteen feet in diameter.
"A globe of their world," said Fuller, looking at it with interest.
"Yes," agreed Arcot, "and it was set up after they were sure the cold would come, from the looks of it. Let"s take a look at it." He flew up to the top of it and viewed it from above. The whole globe was a carefully chiseled relief map, showing seas, mountains, and continents.