The Plotters.
by Alexander Blade.
[Sidenote: He came from a far planet to find some of the Earth"s secrets. But Marko found other things, too--like his love for beautiful Beth]
It seemed to be the same tree that kept getting in my way. I tried to go around it but it moved with me and I ran right into it. I found myself sprawled on my back and my nose was bleeding where I had hit it against the tree. Then I got up and ran again.
I had to keep running. I didn"t know why; I just had to. There was a puddle of water and I splashed through it and then slipped and fell into a th.o.r.n.y bush. When I got up there were scratches on my hands and face and chest.
As yet I felt no pain. That wouldn"t come for a while, after I had done a lot more running. But at the moment I couldn"t feel a thing.
In my conscious mind there was only a sort of grayness. I didn"t know where I was, or who I was, or why I was running. I didn"t know that if I ran long enough and b.u.mped into enough trees and scratched myself often enough I would eventually feel pain. Or that out of the exertion and the pain would come awareness.
All that must have been there, but buried so deep it didn"t come through. It was only instinct which kept me going.
The same tree was in my way again and this time I didn"t even try to go around it. My breath was knocked out of me. After a few gasps it came back, and then I was off again.
I went up a rise and down into a hollow and tripped over roots. That time I didn"t fall. I went up the other side of the hollow with the wind whistling in my ears. A few drops of rain fell. There were flashes of lightning in the sky.
Wet leaves whipped against my face and there was a crack of thunder so close that it shook me. I ran away from the thunder and up another rise and down into another hollow.
The wind was stronger now. It came in long blasts. Sometimes I ran with it and sometimes against it. When I ran against it I didn"t make much headway, but my legs kept pumping. There was tall gra.s.s to slow me down and there were roots to trip me. There was the wind and the thunder and the lightning. And there were always trees.
And then there was a terrible flash and above me a crack that was not of thunder. Something came crashing down. It was the limb of a tree. It crashed against my chest and smashed me flat on my back and pinned me there.
One of my ribs felt broken. It jabbed into me as I fought to raise this weight from my chest, and this was a pain I could feel.
This was something that hurt as nothing had ever hurt me before. This was excruciating. But it was the pain that cut through the grayness of my mind, and because of that I welcomed it.
With the pain would come knowledge. I would know who I was and why I was running. Already there were figures racing across the blankness. There were faces and there were names: Ristal, Kresh, Marko, Copperd, Beth.
I was Marko. I knew that much already. Beth was the golden girl. Somehow I knew that too. But who were the others?
It wasn"t coming fast enough. I couldn"t find the connections. There was only one way to bring it back, to bridge the gaps. I had to start somewhere, with what I knew. I had to start with myself and then bridge the gap to Beth. That was the beginning.
I checked with the mirror for the last time and decided that I would pa.s.s muster. As far as I could see, I looked like almost any college student.
There wasn"t anything I could do about my hair. It hadn"t grown at all.
It was a ma.s.s of short, black ringlets that fit my head like a tight cap. But there was no use worrying about that.
Mrs. Mara came down the hall just as I was locking the door. She looked hurt when she saw me turn the key.
"You don"t have to do that in my house," she said. "There"s n.o.body would think of going into your room."
"Of course not," I said. "It"s just force of habit, you know."
I smiled and hoped she would pa.s.s it off as lightly as I seemed to. The last thing in the world I wanted was to have her get suspicious and go prowling about my room. I felt easier when she smiled back at me.
"Sure. And where are you off to, now?"
"Swimming," I said. "That is, if I can get into the college pool."
"Just act like you own the place and n.o.body will ask you any questions,"
she said, and winked at me.
That was exactly the way I had figured it, but it was good to have rea.s.surance. Theoretically, no one was supposed to use the pool who was not a member of the faculty or student body. Enforcement, however, was lax, and the chances were that n.o.body would ask to see my card.
Mrs. Mara and I were right. The day was hot, and the men who were supposed to be watching the entrance were sitting in the shade of the stands and quenching their thirst with soft drinks. I walked right in, looking straight ahead.
It was a large pool, used for skating in winter, and there were stands built on three sides. Instead of going down to the locker rooms, I merely slipped out of my shirt and trousers, rolled them into a ball and dropped them beside the pool. A good many others had also worn their swim suits underneath.
Then I looked around for the girl.
She was down near the other end of the pool, talking to some people. As I came toward them she left the group and climbed up on the diving board.
Against her white bathing suit, her small trim figure showed golden. Her hair was almost the same color. She looked like the bathing suit models I had seen in store windows. The golden model came to life as she left the board in a high, arching dive. She hit the water with hardly a splash.
"Nice stuff, Beth," one of the men said as she swam toward them.
"Was it really, Ken?" the girl asked.
He nodded as he said it was. They began to talk about diving and swimming. The man called Ken did most of the talking. He said he wanted to show her a few things about her swimming stroke.
He jumped off the edge of the pool and swam across and then turned around and swam back. Everybody stopped what they were doing and watched him. When he clambered out he smiled in a very superior way.
"See what I mean? You"ve got to use your legs more."
"You splash too much," I said.
It was the only way I could think of at the moment to get into the conversation. But it got me in. Everybody was looking at me as though I were out of my mind. Ken sneered.
"Oh, I do?"
"Don"t take it offensively," I said. "But you really do. Also your arm motion is not good."
He was so angry that it was almost funny. Now I was sorry I had spoken, because the girl might be a close friend of his and she might take offense.
"Maybe you would like to show me how it"s done," Ken said hotly. "I could make it worth your while. Suppose we race two lengths. For ten dollars."
"That"s not fair, Ken," the girl said.