When Sandra came back into the office at five o"clock she found Hilton still sitting there, in almost exactly the same position.
"Come out of it, Jarve!" She snapped a finger. "That much of _that_ is just simply too d.a.m.ned much."
"You"re so right, child." He got up, stretched, and by main strength shrugged off his foul mood. "But we"re up against something that is really a something, and I don"t mean perchance."
"How well I know it." She put an arm around him, gave him a quick, hard hug. "But after all, you don"t have to solve it this evening, you know."
"No, thank G.o.d."
"So why don"t you and Temple have supper with me? Or better yet, why don"t all eight of us have supper together in that bachelors" paradise of yours and Bill"s?"
"That"d be fun."
And it was.
Nor did it take a week for Beverly Bell to recover from the Ordeal of Eight. On the following evening, she herself suggested that the team should take another shot at that utterly fantastic _terra incognita_ of the multiple mind, jolting though it had been.
"But are you sure you can take it again so soon?" Hilton asked.
"Sure. I"m like that famous gangster"s moll, you know, who bruised easy but healed quick. And I want to know about it as much as anyone else does."
They could do it this time without any help from Tuly. The linkage fairly snapped together and shrank instantaneously to a point. Hilton thought of Terra and there it was; full size, yet occupying only one infinitesimal section of a dimensionless point. The multi-mind visited relatives of all eight, but could not make intelligible contact. If asleep, it caused pleasant dreams; if awake, pleasant thoughts of the loved one so far away in s.p.a.ce; but that was all. It visited mediums, in trance and otherwise--many of whom, not surprisingly now, were genuine--with whom it held lucid conversations. Even in linkage, however, the multi-mind knew that none of the mediums would be believed, even if they all told, simultaneously, exactly the same story. The multi-mind weakened suddenly and Hilton snapped it back to Ardry.
Beverly was almost in collapse. The other girls were white, shaken and trembling. Hilton himself, strong and rugged as he was, felt as though he had done two weeks of hard labor on a rock-pile. He glanced questioningly at Larry.
"Point six three eight seconds, sir," the Omans said, holding up a millisecond timer.
"How do you explain _that_?" Karns demanded.
"I"m afraid it means that without Oman backing we"re out of luck."
Hilton had other ideas, but he did not voice any of them until the following day, when he was rested and had Larry alone.
"So carbon-based brains can"t take it. One second of that stuff would have killed all eight of us. Why? The Masters had the same kind of brains we have."
"I don"t know, sir. It"s something completely new. No Master, or group of Masters, ever generated such a force as that. I can scarcely believe such power possible, even though I have felt it twice. It may be that over the generations your individual powers, never united or controlled, have developed so strength that no human can handle them in fusion."
"And none of us ever knew anything about any of them. I"ve been doing a lot of thinking. The Masters had qualities and abilities now unknown to any of us. How come? You Omans--and the Stretts, too--think we"re descendants of the Masters. Maybe we are. You think they came originally from Arth--Earth or Terra--to Ardu. That"d account for our legends of Mu, Atlantis and so on. Since Ardu was within peyondix range of Strett, the Stretts attacked it. They killed all the Masters, they thought, and made the planet uninhabitable for any kind of life, even their own. But one shipload of Masters escaped and came here to Ardry--far beyond peyondix range. They stayed here for a long time. Then, for some reason or other--which may be someplace in their records--they left here, fully intending to come back. Do any of you Omans know why they left? Or where they went?"
"No, sir. We can read only the simplest of the Masters" records. They arranged our brains that way, sir."
"I know. They"re the type. However, I suspect now that your thinking is reversed. Let"s turn it around. Say the Masters didn"t come from Terra, but from some other planet. Say that they left here because they were dying out. They were, weren"t they?"
"Yes, sir. Their numbers became fewer and fewer each century."
"I was sure of it. They were committing race suicide by letting you Omans do everything they themselves should have been doing. Finally they saw the truth. In a desperate effort to save their race they pulled out, leaving you here. Probably they intended to come back when they had bred enough guts back into themselves to set you Omans down where you belong...."
"But _they_ were always the Masters, sir!"
"They were not! They were hopelessly enslaved. Think it over. Anyway, say they went _to_ Terra from here. That still accounts for the legends and so on. However, they were too far gone to make a recovery, and yet they had enough fixity of purpose _not_ to manufacture any of you Omans there. So their descendants went a long way down the scale before they began to work back up. Does that make sense to you?"
"It explains many things, sir. It can very well be the truth."
"Okay. However it was, we"re here, and facing a condition that isn"t funny. While we were teamed up I learned a lot, but not nearly enough.
Am I right in thinking that I now don"t need the other seven at all--that my cells are fully charged and I can go it alone?"
"Probably, sir, but ..."
"I"m coming to that. Every time I do it--up to maximum performance, of course--it comes easier and faster and hits harder. So next time, or maybe the fourth or fifth time, it"ll kill me. And the other seven, too, if they"re along."
"I"m not sure, sir, but I think so."
"Nice. Very, _very_ nice." Hilton got up, shoved both hands into his pockets, and prowled about the room. "But can"t the d.a.m.ned stuff be controlled? Choked--throttled down--damped--muzzled, some way or other?"
"We do not know of any way, sir. The Masters were always working toward more power, not less."
"That makes sense. The more power the better, as long as you can handle it. But I can"t handle this. And neither can the team. So how about organizing another team, one that hasn"t got quite so much whammo?
Enough punch to do the job, but not enough to backfire that way?"
"It is highly improbable that such a team is possible, sir." If an Oman could be acutely embarra.s.sed, Larry was. "That is, sir ... I should tell you, sir ..."
"You certainly should. You"ve been stalling all along, and now you"re stalled. Spill it."
"Yes, sir. The Tuly begged me not to mention it, but I must. When it organized your team it had no idea of what it was really going to do...."
"Let"s talk the same language, shall we? Say "he" and "she." Not "it.""
"She thought she was setting up the peyondix, the same as all of us Omans have. But after she formed in your mind the peyondix matrix, your mind went on of itself to form a something else; a thing we can not understand. That was why she was so extremely ... I think "frightened"
might be your term."
"I knew something was biting her. Why?"
"Because it very nearly killed you. You perhaps have not considered the effect upon us all if any Oman, however unintentionally, should kill a Master?"
"No, I hadn"t ... I see. So she won"t play with fire any more, and none of the rest of you can?"
"Yes, sir. Nothing could force her to. If she could be so coerced we would destroy her brain before she could act. That brain, as you know, is imperfect, or she could not have done what she did. It should have been destroyed long since."
"Don"t _ever_ act on that a.s.sumption, Larry." Hilton thought for minutes. "Simple peyondix, such as yours, is not enough to read the Masters" records. If I"d had three brain cells working I"d"ve tried them then. I wonder if I _could_ read them?"
"You have all the old Masters" powers and more. But you must not a.s.semble them again, sir. It would mean death."
"But I"ve got to _know_.... I"ve _got_ to know! Anyway, a thousandth of a second would be enough. I don"t think that"d hurt me very much."