"With knives-against machine guns and flamethrowers?" The king glanced at a guard. "This one bores me. Flog him, then bring me the girl. That will be more amusing."
Falon felt loops of wire being slipped over his wrists. Then he was jerked erect, suspended from the ceiling so that his toes scarcely touched the floor.
"Shall we do nothing about the forest fires, Your Lordship?" a guard asked.
The king sighed. "Oh . . I suppose it would be wise to send a platoon to meet the savages when they emerge. Our fattening pens need replenishing. And we can see if there is any truth in what the captive says. I doubt that they suspect us, but if they do, there is small harm done."
Falon smiled to himself as the first lash cut across his back. He had accomplished the first step in his mission. A platoon was being sent.
The whip master was an expert. He began at the shoulders and worked stroke by stroke toward the waist, pausing occasionally to rub his fingers roughly over the wounds. Falon wailed and tried to faint, but the torture was calculated to leave him conscious. From his dais, the king-creature was chortling with dreamy sensuality as he watched.
"Take him to the man pen," ordered the king when they were finished. "And keep him away from other androids. He knows things that could prove troublesome."
As Falon was led away, he saw Ea just outside the throne room. She was bound and naked to the waist. Her eyes hated him silently. He shuddered and looked away. For she was the sacrifice which he had no right to make.
The man pen was nearly deserted, for the soul-men were busy with the building of the city. Falon was led across a sandy court-yard and into a small cell, where he was chained to a cot. A guard pressed a hypodermic into his arm.
"This will make you eat, android," he said with a leer, "and grow weak and fat."
Falon set his jaw and said nothing. The guard went away, leaving him alone in his cell.
An old man came to stare through the bars. His eyes were widewith the dull glow of fatalistic acceptance. He was thin and brown, his hands gnarled by the wear of slave work. He saw Falon"s toe-less feet and frowned. "Android!" he murmured in soft puzzlement. "Why did they put you in here?"
Falon"s throat worked with emotion. Here was a descendant of his creators. Man-who had gone away as a conqueror and re-turned as a slave. Nervously Falon met the calm blue-eyed gaze for a moment. But his childhood training was too strong. Here was Man! Quietly he slipped to his knees and bowed his head. The man breathed slow surprise.
"Why do you kneel, android? I am but a slave, such as your-self. We are brothers."
Falon shivered. "You are of the immortal ones!"
"Immortal?" The man shrugged. "We have forgotten our ancient legends." He chuckled. "Have your people kept them alive for us?"
Falon nodded humbly. "We have kept for you what we were told to keep, soul-man. We have waited many centuries."
The man stared toward one of the watchtowers. "If only we had trusted you! If only we had told you where the weapons were hid-den. But some of the ancients said that if we gave you too much knowledge, you would "destroy us when we tried to return. Now you have nothing with which to defend yourselves against our new masters."
Falon lifted his head slightly. "Weapons, you say? G.o.d-weapons?"
"Yes, they"re hidden in vaults beneath the ancient cities. We sent a man to tell you where to find them. But he probably failed in his mission. Do you know anything of him? Come, man! Get off your knees!"
Self-consciously, Falon sat on the edge of his cot. "We found this man dead in the trail-last night." He paused and lowered his eyes. It had been easy to lie to the invaders, but it would be harder lying to the G.o.ds. He steeled himself for a rebuke. "The emissary failed to tell us of the G.o.d-weapons, but he told us that the invaders were not men. The tribes now know this fact. In a few hours, they will attack. Will you help us, soul-man?"
The man gasped and wrinkled his face in unbelief. "Attack! With only knives and spears? Android, this is insanity!" Falon nodded. "But notice how smoke is dimming the sun, soul-man. The forest fires are driving the people forth. They have no choice but to attack."
"It"s suicide!"
Falon nodded. "But it is to save you that they do it. And to save the earth for both of us. Will you help?"
The man leaned thoughtfully against the bars. "Our people are slaves. They have learned to obey their masters. It is hard to say, android. They would rally to a hopeful cause-but this seems a hopeless one."
"So it seems. I have planted a seed in the mind of the one known as Kepol. He also thinks it is hopeless, but when he sees a certain thing, the seed may bloom into panic. He underestimates us now. If later he comes to overestimate us, we may have a chance."
"What do you propose to do?"
Falon was loath to take the initiative and tell a soul-man what to do. It seemed somehow improper to him. "Tell me," he asked cautiously, "can you fly the skyboats in which the invaders brought you?"
The man chuckled grimly. "Why not? It was our civilization that built them. The invaders were but savages on Mars, before we came to teach them our ways. They learned from us, then enslaved us. Yes, we can fly the rockets. But why do you ask?"
"I am uncertain as yet. Tell me another thing. How did the one man escape?"
The man frowned, then shook his head. "This, I shall not tell you. We were months in preparing his escape. And the way is still open. Others might follow him. I cannot trust you yet, android,"
Falon made no protest. "You"ve told me what I want to know-that others can escape. Can many go at once?"
The man was thoughtful for a moment. "It would take a little time-to evacuate the entire man pen. But the others are already outside, working on the city."
"They will be brought back soon," Falon said dogmatically. "Wait and see."
The man smiled faintly. "You"re sure of yourself, android. You tempt me to trust you."
"It would be best."
"Very well. The escape route is only a tunnel from beneath your cot to the center of the city." The man glanced around at the towers, then tossed Falon a key. "This will unlock your door. Wefiled it from a spoon. Let your unlocking of it be a signal. I"ll speak to the others if they return, as you say."
Man and android eyed each other for a moment through the bars.
"Can you get word to the ones who are working on the city?" Falon asked.
The man nodded. "That is possible. What would you have them know?"
"Tell them to watch the forests. Tell them to set up a cry that the tribes are coming to save us."
"You think this will frighten our captors, android?"
"No, they will laugh. But when the time comes, the thought will be in their minds-and perhaps we can change it to fear."
The man nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose it can do no harm. We"ll keep you informed about the fire"s progress. If the wind doesn"t change, it should burn quickly toward the valley."
The man departed, and Falon lay back upon the cot to think of Ea in the throne room. He had no doubt of her fate. When the king was finished with her, she would be a.s.signed to the android pen for fattening. He had given her over into the sensual hands of the invader, and he resolved to atone for it by sheer recklessness when the time came for action. If the G.o.ds watched, then perhaps his own blood would pay for whatever she was suffering.
But another thought occupied his mind. The soul-man had called him "brother"-and the memory of the word lingered. It blended with the death-chant which Ea had sung for Daher when he went to die in the manner of his tribe-"The Song of the Soul-Empty Ones." "Brother," the man had said. Did one call an animal "brother"? Yet the man knew he was an android.
Several old men moved about in the stockade. Apparently their duties were to "keep house" for the younger laborers. Falon wondered about the women. None were visible. Perhaps they had been left upon the invaders" world. Or perhaps the invaders had other plans for women.
Soon he heard the sound of distant shouting from the direction of the city, but could make no sense of it. Apparently, however, the workmen were setting up a cry that rescue was imminent. If only they would come to believe it themselves!
The hypodermic injection was taking effect. He felt a ravenous hunger that made his stomach tighten into a knot of pain. A horri- fying thought struck him suddenly, and he shouted to the men in the yard at the stockade. One of them approached him slowly.
"Tell me, soul-man," Falon breathed. "What sort of food do the invaders bring you? Is there any-meat?"
The man stiffened and turned away. "Once they brought us meat, android. Three men ate of it. We saw that the three met with ... uh, fatal accidents. Since then, the Mars-Lords have brought us only fish and greens."
He moved away, his back rigid with insult. Falon tried to call an apology after him, but could find no words.
The sunlight was growing gloomy with the smoke of the forest fires, but the wind had died. Falon prayed that it would not reverse itself and come out of the east.
He examined his chains and found the sleeve which fastened them to the cot was loose. The soul-men had evidently pried it slightly open. Then he found that the bolts which fastened the cot legs to the concrete floor had been worked free, then returned to their places. They could be extracted with a slight tug, the plate unscrewed, and the sleeve slipped off the leg. But he left them in place, lest a guard come. Beneath the cot was a dusty sheet of steel which evidently covered the tunnel"s mouth.
When a guard brought food, Falon devoured it before the creature left his cell and begged for more.
"You will be fat indeed, android," chuckled the Martian.
Toward sunset, a clamor in the courtyard told him that the soul-men were being returned to the stockade. The light had grown forge-red, and the air was acrid with faint-smoke smell. The man, who was called Penult, came again to Falon"s cell.
"The smoke obscures our vision, android," he said. "The Mars-Lords have sent a patrol to police the edge of the hills, but we can longer see them." He frowned. "The lords seem worried about something. They scuttle about chattering among them-selves, and they listen secretly to their radios."
"Radios?"
"The voices with which they speak to the patrol. I think they are preparing to send others. Helicopters are taking off, but the smoke must choke their visibility. What can be happening?"
"The tribes are attacking, of course," lied Falon. He noticed that the wind had arisen again. It was sweeping the smoke along in the downdrafts from the foothills.
"What are your plans, android?" asked Penult. Several othershad gathered behind him, but he hissed them away lest they attract the suspicion of the watchtowers.
"Wait until the invaders become desperate and send too many on their patrols. Then we shall rise up against the ones that re-main."
"Be we have no weapons."
"We have surprise. We have fear. We have your tunnel. And we must have lightning swiftness. If you can gain access to their skyboats, can you destroy them or fly them?"
Penult shook his head doubtfully. "We will discuss it among ourselves. I will see what the others wish to do." He moved away.
Dusk fell. Lights flickered on from the watchtowers, bathing the stockade in smoky brilliance. The courtyard was thronging with soul-men who wandered freely about their common barracks. Beyond the wall of the man pen, the evening was filled with angry and anxious sounds as the Mars-Lords readied more patrols for battle.
Falon knew that if they remained about the city, they would be safe. But the first patrol had undoubtedly been engulfed in the tide of wild dogs that swept from the forests. Their weapons would be ineffective in the blanket of smoke that settled about them. And the gaunt dog packs would be crazed by fear of the fire. Thousands of the brutes had rolled out across the plain, and the small patrol had been taken by surprise. The hors.e.m.e.n would come last. They would wait until the dogs had gone before they fled the fires. Perhaps they would arrive in time to see the dogs devouring the bodies of their G.o.ds. Perhaps then they would attack.
Penult stopped at Falon"s cell. "We have managed to contact the android pen," he said. "In a few moments they will start a riot within their stockade, to distract the watchtower guards. Be ready to unlock the door."
"Good, Soul-Penult! Pick us a dozen good men to rush the towers when we come from the tunnel. Let them go first, and I will be with them."
Penult shrugged. "It is as good a way to die as any."
Falon tugged the bolts from the floor, and slipped the chain"s sleeve from the leg of his cot. The manacles were still fastened to his ankles and wrists, but he decided that they might make good weapons.
One of the searchlights winked away from the courtyard. Falon watched its hazy beam stab toward the opposite end of the city. Then he heard dim sounds of distant shouting. The riot had begun. Other lights followed the first, leaving the man pen illuminated only by the floods about the walls.
Quickly he slipped from his cot and moved to the door. A soul-man sidled in front of his cell to block the view from the towers while Falon twisted the key in the lock. Then he pushed the cot aside. A man came to help him move the steel plate. They pushed it away noiselessly, and the tunnel"s mouth yawned beneath them. The cell was filling with men while the guard"s eyes were distracted toward the android pen.
"We are all here, android," a voice whispered.
Falon glanced doubtfully toward the courtyard. The men were thronging near the cell, kicking up dust to obscure the tower"s vision. Evidently they had not seen; for Falon was certain that the invaders would not hesitate to blister the entire group with their flamethrowers if they suspected escape. Already there were sounds of explosions from the other end of the city. Perhaps they were ma.s.sacring the inhabitants of the other pen. He thought grimly of Ea.
A man had lowered himself into the tunnel. Falon followed him quickly, to be swallowed by damp and cramped blackness. They proceeded on their hands and knees.
Falon called back over his shoulder. "Tell the others to wait for us to emerge before they enter."
"They"re setting the barracks and the stockade walls on fire, android," hissed the man behind him. "It will provide another distraction."
It was a long crawl from the stockade to the center of the city. He thought grimly of the possibility that the tunnel would be discovered by guards coming to quench the barracks fire. The small party might emerge into the very arms of the waiting Mars-Lords.
The tunnel was not made for comfort, and Falon"s chains hindered his progress. He became entangled frequently, and bruised his kneecaps as he tripped over them. There was no room to turn around. If guards met them at the exit there could be no retreat.
The lead man stopped suddenly. "We"re here!" he hissed. "Help me hoist the slab of rock, android."
Falon lay upon his back and pressed his feet against the ceiling.It moved upward. A slit of dim light appeared. The soul-man peered outside, then fell back with a whimper of fright.
"A guard!" he gasped. "Not a dozen feet away! He"s watching the man pen."
Falon cursed softly and lowered the lid of the exit. "Did he see the stone move?" he asked.
"NO! But he seemed to hear it."
Suddenly there was a dull thumping sound from overhead. The guard was stomping on the stone slab, listening to its hollowness.
With an angry growl, Falon tensed his legs, then heaved. The stone opened upward, carrying the guard off balance. He fell with the slab across his leg, and his shriek was but another sound in the general melee as Falon burst upon him and kicked his weapon aside. The Martian, still shrieking, fumbled at something in his belt. Falon kicked him to death before he brought it into play.
The dozen soul-men climbed out into the gloom and raced for the black shadows of a half-completed masonry wall in the heart of the growing city. One of them seized the small weapon in the guard"s belt, while Falon caught up the flamethrower.
The city was lighted only by the dim smoky aura of searchlights aimed at the man pens. The riot had diminished in the android pen, but an occasional burst of sharp explosions belched toward it from one of the watchtowers. Falon"s people were sacrificing them-selves to draw attention away from the soul-men.
"Split in two groups!" Falon hissed. "Tackle the two nearest towers."
They separated and diverged, following the shadows of the walls. Leadership was impossible, for the operation was too hastily planned. Falon trusted in the hope that each man"s mind had been long occupied with thoughts of escape, and that each knew the weakest spots in the invaders" defenses.
A few of the searchlights were stabbing out toward the west, where sounds of the dog packs were becoming faintly perceptible. Somewhere out upon the plains, the invaders" patrols were tiny island-fortresses in the infiltrating wave of dogs and hors.e.m.e.n. They could easily form into tight groups and defend themselves against the hordes with their explosives and flamethrowers, but they would be unable to stem the tide of flesh whose only real de-sire was to escape the fires. But some of the Natani might be attacking, when they saw that the dogs did not regard the Mars-Lords as their masters.
At the corner of the city, Falon"s group found itself within stone"s throw of a tower. They crouched in the darkness for a moment, watching the lights sweep westward. For now that the futile android riot was put down, the guards saw no threat save the unreal one on the plains. The threat"s grimness was increased by the shroud of smoke that hid it and gave it mystery in the Martian eyes.
The man who had seized the belt weapon nudged Falon and whispered, "I"ll stay here and cover your dash, android."
Falon nodded and glanced around quickly. They would be within the floodlights" glow, once they bounded across the wall-scurrying targets for all the towers. Suddenly he gasped. A man was running up the ladder of the tower to which the other group had gone. A searchlight caught him in its pencil. Then a blast of machine-gun fire plucked him off and sent him pitching earth-ward.
"Hurry!" Falon barked, and leaped across the wall.