Shadow vanished and reappeared, intermittently, like a flashing light.
The first Tough, seeing what had happened to his cohort, ceased pummeling Happy abruptly and took to his heels. He vanished around a corner.
The vanquished Tough climbed out of the vat, sputtering and cursing, and fled in the other direction.
"Oh, my! Oh, my!" exclaimed Happy to the now-invisible Shadow. "What wicked creatures!"
Sore and shaken, he moved on down the walkway, his search now intensified by the need for wetness to soothe his injured flesh.
He came upon a vat without vegetation and, at first joyous glance, thought it empty. Then, disappointment, a comparatively fresh body floated in it, just under the surface.
It was the body of a man. Naked, it was smooth and plump with the water that had seeped into its tissues, and it was a uniform dead-white all over, like the belly of a fish. The face and lips were monochrome white, the hair was bleached, and when it opened its eyes, they were so colorless that the action was almost unnoticeable.
Realizing, Happy was paralyzed with shock.
The dead creature"s eyes moved from side to side, then stopped, fixing on Happy. Its chest began to rise and fall slowly, with breathing--_under water_.
"Shadow!" squeaked Happy helplessly.
Shadow appeared beside him.
"Shadow, it"s alive," whispered Happy, desperately frightened.
The two stood side by side, staring breathlessly down into the water.
The creature in the vat moved its hands tentatively, it opened its mouth and closed it. Then it stirred with purpose, turned and climbed up over the side of the vat, dripping like a weird creature from the depths of the sea.
It stood up before them, dripping.
The man bent slightly and belched forth a great quant.i.ty of water from his lungs. He straightened, and breathed in the air in great, satisfied gasps.
"I"m Dark Kensington," he said in a rusty voice. "Where is this?"
At his words, Shadow disappeared.
Dark Kensington. Had Maya seen him now, she could not possibly have recognized him. The muscular body and dark, handsome face were bloated and pale. The black hair was bleached to pale seaweed, and the blue eyes were completely colorless now.
"This is the Canfell Hydroponic Farm," answered Happy, gaining a little courage. "Under the surface of the Desert of Candor."
"The Desert of Candor?" repeated Dark, and the pale lips twisted in a smile. "They hauled me quite a way. I was at Solis Lacus."
"How did you get here?" asked Happy with sudden eagerness. "Only dead people are thrown in the vats, to make chemicals for the plants. How could you stay alive under water?"
"I imagine I can breathe water for the same reason I can still live after a heat beam burned my guts out, but I don"t know what that reason is. I imagine that the first step in finding out is to get out of this place."
"You can"t get away from here," said Happy positively. "n.o.body ever has."
"We"ll see," said Dark confidently. "I gather you and your companion are some sort of prisoners."
"Slaves," corrected Happy with unaccustomed bitterness. "The Jellies are slaves, to work in the vats. I don"t know if the Toughs are slaves, too, but the Masters let them sleep in barracks on the surface. Shadow"s not either a Jelly or a Tough, and I don"t know if he"s a slave. Shadow"s just Shadow."
"Before you go on," interrupted Dark, "I seem to be extraordinarily hungry."
Happy twittered and quivered. He moved hurriedly around a corner to one of the storage vats, and returned in a moment with a supply of the tasteless gelatin that was their food here. Dark fell to greedily, and Happy, his tongue loosed by this new companionship, started feeding him information in a steady stream.
"I don"t know how they get us here," said Happy. "We aren"t born here, but something happens to our memories. We can"t stay up in the dry air very long, or our skin cracks and our flesh collapses. You see, our tissues are mostly water.
"Everybody down here"s like me. Everybody but the Toughs. You"ll see them. I don"t know how they got here, either, or what use they are. They don"t work like we do.
"And Shadow. He"s different. Shadow likes me. He stays with me all the time. And then there"s Old Beard. He hides down here, and I don"t think the Masters know he"s here. He"s very old and very wise."
"Who are the Masters?" asked Dark curiously, between mouthfuls. "And what sort of work do you do for them?"
"They"re the people who run the hydroponic farm. They"re normal men, like you--I mean, like you would be if you weren"t swollen up and pale like the bodies that are thrown in the vats.
"Old Beard knows; he"s very wise. He calls the Masters "Marscorp." I don"t know why, but it seems that before I lost my memory I knew a language where _corp_ meant _body_. Like _corpse_, you know. Maybe it has something to do with the bodies they put in the vats.
"Old Beard says that the Masters are developing Martian foods that we can eat without dying, and he must be right, because sometimes they bring down some hard foods and make some of us eat them instead of gelatin. But those who eat the hard foods always die, so I don"t suppose they"ve succeeded yet, except some of the Toughs. Some of the Toughs have eaten the hard food without dying, sometimes, but they got pretty sick. And then--"
"Hold on! Wait a minute!" exclaimed Dark, holding up a restraining hand.
"I know what Marscorp is, and I"m not surprised they"re behind it. But I"m trying to digest all this you"re throwing at me."
Happy fell silent, reluctantly, and Dark cogitated deeply.
Happy fidgeted, anxious to speak but afraid to interrupt Dark"s thoughts.
And then Shadow reappeared. Shadow appeared out of nowhere, and made gestures at Happy. Happy glanced at Dark, timidly. At last, he gained courage to speak.
"Shadow tells me--" he began, then cringed when Dark looked up in surprise. Dark gestured to him to go on.
"Shadow tells me," said Happy, "that Old Beard wants to see you. Will you go with us to Old Beard?"
"Certainly," agreed Dark. "From what you tell me, I"m rather anxious to meet Old Beard, too."
He followed Happy and the alternately visible and invisible Shadow along the paths that twisted among the vats for some distance. At last they ducked into some luxuriant foliage that hung over to form a bower above the s.p.a.ce between two vats.
Old Beard sat there, in a corner of the dimness, pale eyes fixed silently on the trio. Old Beard was not so very old. He appeared to be in robust middle age, although his skin was very pale from long existence underground. His hair and heavy beard were long and untrimmed, and were a deep iron-gray.
"Thank you for coming," said Old Beard in a deep, resonant voice that bespoke strength and bore an undertone of bitter determination. "It is safer for me not to move around too much in the open except at certain hours."
"I was glad to come, because I"m sure you can help me and I may be able to help you, too," said Dark. "I"m Dark Kensington."
"So Shadow told me. I find this extremely interesting."
"You"ve heard of me, then?" asked Dark.
Old Beard laughed, deeply.
"More interesting than that," he said. "Once, before I was marooned here and Happy"s people came to know me as Old Beard, I had a name of my own."