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Title: Crashing Suns

Author: Edmond Hamilton

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                             Crashing Suns

                          BY EDMOND HAMILTON

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
                Weird Tales August and September 1928.
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


As the control-levers flashed down under my hands our ship dived down
through space with the swiftness of thought. The next instant there
came a jarring shock, and our craft spun over like a whirling top.
Everything in the conning-tower, windows and dials and controls, seemed
to be revolving about me with lightning speed, while I clung dizzily to
the levers in my hands. In a moment I managed to swing them back into
position, and at once the ship righted herself and sped smoothly on
through the ether. I drew a deep breath.

The trap-door in the little room's floor slid open, then, and the
startled face of big Hal Kur appeared, his eyes wide.

"By the Power, Jan Tor!" he exclaimed; "that last meteor just grazed
us! An inch nearer and it would have been the end of the ship!"

I turned to him for a moment, laughing. "A miss is as good as a mile,"
I quoted.

He grinned back at me. "Well, remember that we're not out on the Uranus
patrol now," he reminded me. "What's our course?"

"Seventy-two degrees sunward, plane No. 8," I told him, glancing at the
dials. "We're less than four hundred thousand miles from Earth, now," I
added, nodding toward the broad window before me.

Climbing up into the little conning-tower, Hal Kur stepped over beside
me, and together we gazed out ahead.

The sun was at the ship's left, for the moment, and the sky ahead
was one of deep black, in which the stars, the flaming stars of
interplanetary space, shone like brilliant jewels. Directly ahead of
us there glowed a soft little orb of misty light, which was growing
steadily larger as we raced on toward it. It was our destination, the
cloud-veiled little world of Earth, mother-planet of all our race. To
myself, who had passed much of my life on the four outer giants, on
Jupiter and Saturn and Uranus and Neptune, the little planet ahead
seemed insignificant, almost, with its single tiny moon. And yet
from it, I knew, had come that unceasing stream of human life, that
dauntless flood of pioneers, which had spread over all the solar
system in the last hundred thousand years. They had gone out to planet
after planet, had conquered the strange atmospheres and bacteria and
gravitations, until now the races of man held sway over all the sun's
eight wheeling worlds. And it was from this Earth, a thousand centuries
before, that there had ventured out the first discoverers' crude little
space-boats, whose faulty gravity-screens and uncertain controls
contrasted strangely with the mighty leviathans that flashed between
the planets now.

Abruptly I was aroused from my musings by the sharp ringing of a
bell at my elbow. "The telestereo," I said to Hal Kur. "Take the
controls." As he did so I stepped over to the telestereo's glass disk,
inset in the room's floor, and touched a switch beside it. Instantly
there appeared standing upon the disk, the image of a man in the blue
and white robe of the Supreme Council, a life-size and moving and
stereoscopically perfect image, flashed across the void of space to my
apparatus by means of etheric vibrations. Through the medium of that
projected image the man himself could see and hear me as well as I
could see and hear him, and at once he spoke directly to me.

"Jan Tor, Captain of Interplanetary Patrol Cruiser 79388," he said, in
the official form of address. "The command of the Supreme Council of
the League of Planets, to Jan Tor. You are directed to proceed with all
possible speed to Earth, and immediately upon your arrival there to
report to the Council, at the Hall of Planets. Is the order heard?"

"The order is heard and will be obeyed," I answered, making the
customary response, and the figure on the disk bowed, then abruptly
vanished.

I turned at once to a speaking-tube which connected with the cruiser's
screen rooms. "Make all speed possible to reach Earth," I ordered the
engineer who answered my call. "Throw open all the left and lower
screens and use the full attraction of the sun until we are within
twenty thousand miles of Earth; then close them and use the attraction
of Jupiter and Neptune to brake our progress. Is the order heard?"

When he had acknowledged the command I turned to Hal Kur. "That should
bring us to Earth within the hour," I told him, "though the Power alone
knows what the Supreme Council wants with a simple patrol-captain."

His laugh rumbled forth. "Why, here's unusual modesty, for you! Many a
time I've heard you tell how the Eight Worlds would be run were Jan Tor
of the Council, and now you're but 'a simple patrol-captain!'"

With that parting gibe he slid quickly down through the door in the
floor, just in time to escape a well-aimed kick. I heard his deep
laughter bellow out again as the door clanged shut behind him, and
smiled to myself. No one on the cruiser would have permitted himself
such familiarity with its captain but Hal Kur, but the big engineer
well knew that his thirty-odd years of service in the Patrol made him a
privileged character.

As the door slammed shut behind him, though, I forgot all else for the
moment and concentrated all my attention on the ship's progress. It was
my habit to act as pilot of my own cruiser, whenever possible, and for
the time being I was quite alone in the round little pilot-house, or
conning-tower, set on top of the cruiser's long, fishlike hull. Only
pride, though, kept me from summoning an assistant to the controls, for
the sun was pulling the cruiser downward with tremendous velocity, now,
and as we sped down past Earth's shining little moon we ran into a belt
of meteorites which gave me some ticklish moments. At last, though, we
were through the danger zone, and were dropping down toward Earth with
decreasing speed, as the screens were thrown open which allowed the
pull of Neptune and Jupiter to check our progress.

A touch of a button then brought a pilot to replace me at the controls,
and as we fell smoothly down toward the green planet below I leaned
out the window, watching the dense masses of interplanetary shipping
through which we were now threading our way. It seemed, indeed,
that half the vessels in the solar system were assembled around and
beneath us, so close-packed was the jam of traffic. There were mighty
cargo-ships, their mile-long hulls filled with a thousand products
of Earth, which were ponderously getting under way for the long
voyages out to Uranus or Neptune. Sleek, long passenger-ships flashed
past us, their transparent upper-hulls giving us brief glimpses of
the gay groups on their sunlit decks. Private pleasure-boats were
numerous, too, mostly affairs of gleaming white, and most of these were
apparently bound for the annual Jupiter-Mars space-races. Here and
there through the confusion dashed the local police-boats of Earth,
and I caught sight of one or two of the long black cruisers of the
Interplanetary Patrol, like our own, the swiftest ships in space. At
last, though, after a slow, tortuous progress through the crowded upper
levels, our craft had won through the jam of traffic and was swooping
down upon the surface of Earth in a great curve.

       *       *       *       *       *

In a panorama of meadow and forest, dotted here and there with gleaming
white cities, the planet's parklike surface unrolled before me as we
sped across it. We rocketed over one of its oceans, seeming hardly more
than a pond to my eyes after the mighty seas of Jupiter and the vast
ice-fringed oceans of Neptune; and then, as we flashed over land again,
there loomed up far ahead the gigantic white dome of the great Hall
of Planets, permanent seat of the Supreme Council and the center of
government of the Eight Worlds. A single titanic structure of gleaming
white, that reared its towering dome into the air for over two thousand
feet, it grew swiftly larger as we raced on toward it. In a moment we
were beside it, and the cruiser was slanting down toward the square
landing-court behind the great dome.

As we came to rest there without a jar, I snapped open a small door in
the conning-tower's side, and in a moment had descended to the ground
by means of the ladder inset in the cruiser's side. At once there ran
forward to meet me a thin, spectacled young man in the red-slashed robe
of the Scientists, an owlish-looking figure at whom I stared for a
moment in amazement. Then I had recovered from my astonishment and was
grasping his hands.

"Sarto Sen!" I cried. "By the Power, I'm glad to see you! I thought
you were working in the Venus Laboratories."

My friend's eyes were shining with welcome, but for the moment he
wasted no time in speech, hurrying me across the court toward the inner
door of the great building.

"The Council is assembling at this moment," he explained rapidly as we
hastened along. "I got the chairman, Mur Dak, to hold up the meeting
until you arrived."

"But what's it all about?" I asked, in bewilderment. "Why wait for
_me_?"

"You will understand in a moment," he answered, his face grave. "But
here is the Council Hall."

By that time we had hastened down a series of long white corridors
and now passed through a high-arched doorway into the great Council
Hall itself. I had visited the place before--who in the Eight Worlds
has not?--and the tremendous, circular room and colossal, soaring
dome above it were not new to me, but now I saw it as few ever did,
with the eight hundred members of the Supreme Council gathered in
solemn session. Grouped in a great half-circle around the dais of
the chairman stretched the curving rows of seats, each occupied by a
member, and each hundred members gathered around the symbol of the
world they represented, whether that world was tiny Mercury or mighty
Jupiter. On the dais at the center stood the solitary figure of Mur
Dak, the chairman. It was evident that, as my friend had informed me,
the Council had just assembled, since for the moment Mur Dak was not
speaking, but just gazing calmly out over the silent rows of members.

In a moment we had passed down the aisle to his dais and stood beneath
him. To my salute he returned a word of greeting only, then motioned
us to two empty seats which had apparently been reserved for us. As I
slipped into mine I wondered, fleetingly, what big Hal Kur would have
thought to see his captain thus taking a seat with the Supreme Council
itself. Then that thought slipped from my mind as Mur Dak began to
speak.

"Men of the Eight Worlds," he said slowly, "I have called this session
of the Council for the gravest of reasons. I have called it because
discovery has just been made of a peril which menaces the civilization,
the very existence, of all our race--a deadly peril which is rushing
upon us with unthinkable speed, and which threatens the annihilation of
our entire universe!"

He paused for a moment, and a slow, deep hum of surprize ran over the
assembled members. For the first time, now, I saw that Mur Dak's keen,
intellectual face was white and drawn, and I bent forward, breathless,
tensely listening. In a moment the chairman was speaking on.

"It is necessary for me to go back a little," he said, "in order that
you may understand the situation which confronts us. As you know, our
sun and its eight spinning planets are not motionless in space. Our
sun, with its family of worlds, has for eons been moving through space
at the approximate rate of twelve miles a second, across the Milky
Way. You know, too, that all other suns, all other stars, are moving
through space likewise, some at a lesser speed than ours and some at
a speed inconceivably greater. Flaming new suns, dying red suns, cold
dark suns, each is flashing through the infinities of space on its own
course, each toward its appointed doom.

"And among that infinity of thronging stars is that one which we know
as Alto, that great red star, that dying sun, which has been steadily
drawing nearer to us as the centuries have passed, and which is now
nearest to us of all the stars. It is but little larger than our own
sun, and as you all know, it and our own sun are moving toward each
other, rushing nearer each other by thousands of miles each second,
since Alto is moving at an unthinkable speed. Our scientists have
calculated that the two suns would pass each other over a year from
now, and thereafter would be speeding away from each other. There has
been no thought of danger to us from the passing of this dying sun, for
it has been known that its path through space would cause it to pass us
at a distance of billions of miles. And had the star Alto but continued
in that path all would have been well. But now a thing unprecedented
has happened.

"Some eight weeks ago the South Observatory on Mars reported that the
approaching star Alto seemed to have changed its course a little,
bearing inward toward the solar system. The shift was a small one, but
any change of course on the part of a star is quite unprecedented, so
for the last eight weeks the approaching star has been closely watched.
And during those weeks the effect of its shift in course has become
more and more apparent. More and more the star has veered from the
path it formerly followed, until it is now many millions of miles out
of its course, with its deflection growing greater every minute. And
this morning came the climax. For this morning I received a telestereo
message from the director of the Bureau of Astronomical Science, on
Venus, in which he informed me that the star's change of course is
disastrous, for us. For instead of passing us by billions of miles, as
it would have done, the star is now heading straight toward our own
sun. And our sun is racing to meet it!

"I need not explain to you what the result of this situation will be.
It is calculated by our astronomers that in less than a year our sun
and this dying star will meet head on, will crash together in one
gigantic flaming collision. And the result of that collision will be
the annihilation of our universe. _For the planets of our system will
perish like flowers in a furnace, in that titanic holocaust of crashing
suns!_"

       *       *       *       *       *

Mur Dak's voice ceased, and over the great hall there reigned a
deathlike silence. I think that in that moment all of us were striving
to comprehend with our dazed minds the thing that Mur Dak had told
us, to realize the existence of the deadly peril that was rushing to
wipe out our universe. Then, before that silence could give way to the
inevitable roar of surprize and fear, a single member rose from the
Mercury section of the Council, a splendid figure who spoke directly to
Mur Dak.

"For a hundred thousand years," he said, "we races of man have met
danger after danger, and have conquered them, one after another. We
have spread from world to world, have conquered and grasped and held
until we are masters of a universe. And now that that universe faces
destruction, are we to sit idly by? Is there nothing whatever to be
done by us, no chance, however slight, to avert this doom?"

A storm of cheers burst out when he finished, a wild tempest of
applause that raged over the hall with cyclonic fury for minutes. I was
on my feet with the rest, by that time, shouting like a madman. It was
the inevitable reaction from that moment of heart-deadening panic, was
the uprush of the old will to conquer that has steeled the hearts of
men in a thousand deadly perils. When it had died down a little, Mur
Dak spoke again.

"It is not my purpose to allow death to rush upon us without an effort
to turn it aside," he told us, "and fortune has placed in our hands, at
this moment, the chance to strike out in our own defense. For the last
three years Sarto Sen, one of our most brilliant young scientists,
has been working on a great problem, the problem of using etheric
vibrations as a propulsion force to speed matter through space. A chip
floating in water can be propelled across the surface of the water by
waves in it; then why should not matter likewise be propelled through
space, through the ether, by means of waves or vibrations in that
ether? Experimenting on this problem, Sarto Sen has been able to make
small models which can be flashed through space, through the ether,
by means of artificially created vibrations in that ether, vibrations
which can be produced with as high a frequency as the light-vibrations,
and which thus propel the models through space at a speed equal to the
speed of light itself.

"Using this principle, Sarto Sen has constructed a small ten-man
cruiser, which can attain the velocity of light and which he has
intended to use in a voyage of exploration to the nearer stars. Until
now, as you know, we have been unable to venture outside the solar
system, since even the swiftest of our gravity-screen space-ships can
not make much more than a few hundred thousand miles an hour, and at
that rate it would take centuries to reach the nearest star. But in
this new vibration-propelled cruiser, a voyage to the stars would be a
matter of weeks, instead of centuries.

"Several hours ago I ordered Sarto Sen to bring his new cruiser here
to the Hall of Planets, fully equipped, and at this moment it is
resting in one of the landing-courts here, manned by a crew of six men
experienced in its operation and ready for a trip of any length. And it
is my proposal that we send this new cruiser, in this emergency, out
to the approaching star Alto, to discover what forces or circumstances
have caused the nearing sun to veer from its former path. We know
that those forces or those circumstances must be extraordinary in
character, thus to change the course of a star; and if we can discover
what phenomena are the causes of the star's deflection, there is a
chance that we might be able to repeat or reverse those phenomena, to
swerve the star again from the path it now follows, and so save our
solar system, our universe."

Mur Dak paused for a moment, and there was an instant of sheer,
stunned silence in the great hall. For the audacity of his proposal
was overwhelming, even to us who roamed the limits of the solar system
at will. It was well enough to rove the ways of our own universe, as
men had done for ages, but to venture out into the vast gulf beyond,
to flash out toward the stars themselves and calmly investigate the
erratic behavior of a titanic, thundering sun, that was a proposal that
left us breathless for the moment. But only for the moment, for when
our brains had caught the magnitude of the idea another wild burst of
applause thundered from the massed members, applause that rose still
higher when the chairman called Sarto Sen himself to the dais and
presented him to the assembly. Then, when the tumult had quieted a
little, Mur Dak went on.

"The cruiser will start at once, then," he said, "and there remains but
to choose a captain for it. Sarto Sen and his men will have charge of
the craft's operation, of course, but there must be a leader for the
whole expedition, some quick-thinking man of action. And I have already
chosen such a man, subject to your approval, one whose name most of
you have heard. A man young in years who has served most of his life
in the Interplanetary Patrol, and who distinguished himself highly two
years ago in the great space-fight with the interplanetary pirates off
Japetus: Jan Tor!"

I swear that up to the last second I had no shadow of an idea that Mur
Dak was speaking of me, and when he turned to gaze straight at me,
and spoke my name, I could only stare in bewilderment. Those around
me, though, pushed me to my feet, and the next moment another roar of
applause from the hundreds of members around me struck me in the face
like a physical blow. I walked clumsily to the dais, under that storm
of approval, and stood there beside Mur Dak, still half-dazed by the
unexpectedness of the thing. The chairman smiled out at the shouting
members.

"No need to ask if you approve my choice," he said, and then turned
to me, his face grave. "Jan Tor," he addressed me, his solemn voice
sounding clearly over the suddenly hushed hall, "to you is given the
command of this expedition, the most momentous in our history. For
on this expedition and on you, its leader, depends the fate of our
solar system. It is the order of the Supreme Council, then, that you
take command of the new cruiser and proceed with all speed to the
approaching star, Alto, to discover the reason for that star's change
of course and to ascertain whether any means exist of again swerving it
from its path. Is the order heard?"

       *       *       *       *       *

Five minutes later I strode with Sarto Sen and Hal Kur into the
landing-court where lay the new cruiser, its long, fishlike hull
glittering brilliantly in the sunlight. A door in its side snapped open
as we drew near, and through it there stepped out to meet us one of the
six blue-clad engineers who formed the craft's crew. "All is ready for
the start," he said to Sarto Sen in reply to the latter's question,
standing aside for us to enter.

We passed through the door into the cruiser's hull. To the left an
open door gave me a glimpse of the ship's narrow living-quarters,
while to the right extended a long room in which other blue-clad
figures were standing ready beside the ship's shining, conelike
vibration-generators. Directly before us rose a small winding stairway,
up which Sarto Sen led the way. In a moment, following, we had reached
the cruiser's conning-tower, and immediately Sarto Sen stepped over to
take his place at the controls.

He touched a stud, and a warning bell gave sharp alarm throughout the
cruiser's interior. There were hurrying feet, somewhere beneath us, and
then a loud clang as the heavy triple-doors slammed shut. At once began
the familiar throb-throb-throb of the oxygen pumps, already at work
replenishing and purifying the air in our hermetically sealed vessel.

Sarto Sen paused for a moment, glancing through the broad window before
him, then reached forth and pressed a series of three buttons. A low,
deep humming filled the cruiser's whole interior, and there was an
instant of breathless hesitation. Then came a sharp click as Sarto Sen
pressed another switch; there was a quick sigh of wind, and instantly
the sunlit landing-court outside vanished, replaced in a fraction of a
second by the deep, star-shot night of interplanetary space. I glanced
quickly down through a side window and had a momentary glimpse of a
spinning gray ball beneath us, a ball that dwindled to a point and
vanished even in the moment that I glimpsed it. It was Earth, vanishing
behind us as we fled with frightful velocity out into the gulf of space.

We were hurtling through the belt of asteroids beyond Mars, now, and
then ahead, and to the left, there loomed the mighty world of Jupiter,
expanding quickly into a large white-belted globe as we rocketed on
toward it, then dropping behind and diminishing in its turn as we sped
past it. The sun behind us had dwindled by that time to a tiny disk of
fire. An hour later and another giant world flashed past on our right,
the icy planet Neptune, outermost of the Eight Worlds. We had passed
outside the last frontier of the solar system and were now racing out
into the mighty deeps of space with the speed of light on our mad
journey to save a universe.


                                   2

An hour after we had left the solar system Hal Kur and I still stood
with Sarto Sen in the cruiser's conning-tower, staring out with him at
the stupendous panorama of gathered stars that lay before us. The sun
of our own system had dwindled to a far point of light behind us, by
that time, one star among the millions that spangled the deep black
heavens around us. For here, even more than between the planets, the
stars lay before us in their true glory, undimmed by proximity to any
one of them. A host of glittering points of fire, blue and green and
white and red and yellow, they dotted the rayless skies thickly in all
directions, and thronged like a great drift of swarming bees toward
our upper left, where stretched the stupendous belt of the Milky Way.
And dead ahead, now, shone a single orb that blazed in smoky, crimson
glory, a single great point of red fire. It was Alto, I knew, the
sullen-burning star that was our goal.

It was with something of unbelief that I gazed at the red star, for
though the dials before me assured me that we were speeding on toward
it at close to two hundred thousand miles a second, yet except for
the deep humming of the craft's vibratory apparatus one would have
thought that the ship was standing still. There was no sound of wind
from outside, no friendly, near-by planets, nothing by which the eye
could measure the tremendous velocity at which we moved. We were
racing through a void whose very immensity and vacancy staggered the
mind, an emptiness of space in which the stars themselves floated like
dust-particles in air, a gulf traversed only by hurtling meteors or
flaring comets, and now by our own frail little craft.

Though I was peculiarly affected by the strangeness of our position,
big Hal Kur was even more so. He had traveled the space-lanes of the
solar system for the greater part of his life, and now all of his
time-honored rules of interplanetary navigation had been upset by
this new cruiser, a craft entirely without gravity-screens, which was
flashing from sun to sun propelled by invisible vibrations only. I saw
his head wagging in doubt as he stared out into that splendid vista of
thronging stars, and in a moment more he left us, descending into the
cruiser's hull for an inspection of its strange propulsion apparatus.

When he had gone I plunged at once into the task of learning the
control and operation of our craft. The next two hours I spent under
the tutelage of Sarto Sen, and at the end of that time I had already
learned the essential features of the ship's control. There was a
throttle which regulated the frequency of the vibrations generated
in the engine-room below, thus increasing or decreasing our speed at
will, and a lever and dial which were used to project the propelling
vibrations out at any angle behind us, thus controlling the direction
in which we moved. The main requisite in handling the craft, I found,
was a precise and steady hand on the two controls, since a mere touch
on one would change our speed with lightning swiftness, while a slight
movement of the other would send us millions of miles out of our course
almost instantly.

At the end of two hours, however, I had attained sufficient skill to
be able to hold the cruiser to her course without any large deviations
or changes of speed, and Sarto Sen had confidence enough in my ability
to leave me alone at the controls. He departed down the little stair
behind me, to give a few minutes' inspection to the generators below,
and I was left alone in the conning-tower.

Standing there in the dark little room, its only sound the deep humming
of the generators below and its only lights the hooded glows which
illuminated the dials and switches before me, I gazed intently through
the broad fore-window, into that crowding confusion of swarming suns
that lay around us, that medley of jeweled fires in which the great
star Alto burned like a living flame. For a long time I gazed toward
the star that was our goal, and then my thoughts were broken into by
the sound of Sarto Sen reascending the stair behind me. I half turned
to greet him, then turned swiftly back to the window, stiffening into
sudden attention.

My eyes had caught sight of a small patch of deep blackness far ahead,
an area of utter darkness which was swiftly expanding, growing, until
in less than a second, it seemed, it had blotted out half the thronging
stars ahead. For a moment the sudden appearance of it dumfounded
me so that I stood motionless, and then my hands leaped out to the
controls. I heard Sarto Sen cry out, behind me, and had a glimpse of
the darkness ahead, obscuring almost all the heavens. The next moment,
before my hands had more than closed upon the levers, all light in the
conning-tower vanished in an instant, and we were plunged into the most
utter darkness which I have ever experienced. At the same moment the
familiar hum of the vibration-generators broke off suddenly.

I think that the moment that followed was the one in which I came first
to know the meaning of terror. Every spark of light had vanished, and
the silencing of the vibration-generators could only mean that our
ship was drifting blindly through this smothering blackness. From the
cruiser's hull, below, came shouts of fear and horror, and I heard
Sarto Sen feeling his way to my side and fumbling with the controls.
Then, with startling abruptness, the lights flashed on again in the
conning-tower and through the windows there burst again the brilliance
of the starry heavens. At the same moment the vibration-generators
began again to give off their deep humming drone.

Sarto Sen turned to me, his face white as my own. Instinctively we
turned toward the conning-tower's rear-window, and there, behind us,
lay that stupendous area of blackness from which we had just emerged.
A vast, irregular area of utter darkness, it was decreasing rapidly
in size as we sped on away from it. In a moment it had shrunk to the
spot it had been when first I glimpsed it, and then it had vanished
entirely. And again we were racing on through the familiar, star-shot
skies.

I found my voice at last. "In the name of the Power," I exclaimed,
"what was _that_?"

Sarto Sen shook his head, musingly. "An area without light," he said,
half to himself; "and our generators--they, too, could not function
there. It must have been a hole, an empty space, in the ether itself."

I could only stare at him in amazement. "A hole in the ether?" I
repeated.

He nodded quickly. "You saw what happened? Light is a vibration of the
ether, and light was non-existent in that area. Even our generators
ceased to give off etheric vibrations, there being no ether for them
to function in. It's always been thought that the ether pervaded all
space, but apparently even it has its holes, its cavities, which
accounts for those dark, lightless areas in the heavens which have
always puzzled astronomers. If our tremendous speed and momentum hadn't
brought us through this one, the pull of the different stars would have
slowed us down and stopped us, prisoning us in that dark area until the
end of time."

I shook my head, only half-listening, for the strangeness of the thing
had unnerved me. "Take the controls," I told Sarto Sen. "Meteors are
all in the day's work, but holes in the ether are too much for me."

Leaving him to his watch over the ship's flight, I descended to the
cruiser's interior, where the engineers were still discussing with Hal
Kur the experience through which we had just passed. In a few words
I explained to them Sarto Sen's theory, and they went back to their
posts with awed faces. Passing into the ship's living-quarters myself,
I threw myself on a bunk there and strove to sleep. Sleep came quickly
enough, induced by the generators' soothing drone, but with it came
torturing nightmares in which I seemed to move blindly onward through
endless realms of darkness, searching in vain for an outlet into the
light of day.

       *       *       *       *       *

When I awoke some six hours later, the position of the ship seemed
quite unchanged. The steady humming of its generators, the smooth,
onward flight, the legions of dazzling stars around us, all seemed as
before. But when I ascended again to the conning-tower, to relieve
Sarto Sen at the controls, I saw that already the star Alto had
increased a little its brilliance, dimming the stars around and behind
it. And through the succeeding hours of my watch in the conning-tower,
it seemed to me almost that the red orb was expanding before my sight,
as we hurtled on toward it. That, though, I knew to be only an illusion
of my straining eyes.

But as day followed day--sunless, dawnless days which we could measure
only by our time-dials--the crimson star ahead waxed steadily to
greater glory. By the time we marked off the twentieth day of our
flight Alto had expanded into a moon of crimson flame, whose sullen
splendor outrivaled the brilliance of all the starry hosts around us;
for by that time we had covered half the distance between our own sun
and the dying one ahead, and were now flashing on over the last half of
our journey.

Days they were without change, almost without incident. Twice we had
sighted vast areas of blackness, great ether-cavities like the one
we had first plunged through, but these we were fortunate enough to
avoid, swerving far out of our course to pass them by. Once, too, I
had glimpsed for a single moment a colossal black globe which flashed
beside our path for an instant and then was left behind by our
tremendous speed. Only a glimpse did I get of this dark wanderer, which
might have been either a runaway planet or burned-out star. And once
our ship blundered directly into a vast maelstrom of meteoric material,
a mighty whirlpool of interstellar wreckage spinning there between the
stars, and from which we won clear only by grace of Sarto Sen's skilful
hands at the controls.

Except for these few incidents, though, our days were monotonous and
changeless, days in which the care of the generators and the alternate
watches in the conning-tower were our only occupations. And a strange
stillness had seized us as we fled onward, a brooding silence that
fastened itself upon my friends even as upon myself. Something from the
vast, eternal silence through which we moved, some quality out of those
trackless infinities of space, seemed to have entered into our inmost
souls. We went about our duties like men in a dream. And dreamlike
our life had become to us, I think, and still more remote and unreal
and dreamlike had become the life of the eight worlds that lay so far
behind us.

I had forgotten, almost, the mission upon which we sped, and through
the long watches in the conning-tower my eyes followed the steady
largening of the red sun ahead with curiosity only. Day by day its
fiery disk was creeping farther across the heavens, until at last
everything in the cruiser was drenched by the crimson, blood-like light
that streamed in through our sunward windows. Then, at last, my mind
came back to consideration of the work that lay before us, for over
thirty days of our journey had passed and there remained less than a
hundred billion miles between Alto and ourselves.

I gave orders to slow our progress, then, and at a somewhat slackened
speed our cruiser began to slant up above the plane of the great sun,
for it was my plan to gain a position millions of miles directly
above the star and then hover there, accompanying it on its race
through space and using the powerful little telescopic windows in the
conning-tower for our first observations. So through the next two days
the giant sun, a single great sea of crimson fire to our eyes, crept
steadily downward across the skies as we slanted over it. Our outside
instruments showed us that its heat was many times less than that of
our own sun, for this was a dying star. Even so it was necessary to
slide special light-repelling shields over all our windows, so blinding
was the star's glare.

       *       *       *       *       *

On the fortieth day of our journey we had reached our goal. Gathered
in the conning-tower, Sarto Sen, Hal Kur and I gazed down through its
circular, periscopic under-window at the mighty star beneath. We had
reached a spot approximately twenty million miles above the sun and
had turned our course, so that we now raced above it at a speed that
matched its own, like a fly hovering over a world. Below us there lay
only a single vast ocean of crimson flame, that reached almost from
horizon to horizon, all but filling the heavens beneath us. It was in
an awed silence that we gazed down into this tremendous sea of fire,
knowing as we did that only the power of the ship's generators kept it
from plunging downward.

"And we are expected to investigate--_that_!" said Hal Kur, gazing down
into the hell of flame below. "They talk of turning _that_ aside!"

I looked at him, hopelessly. Then, before I could speak, there came
a sudden exclamation from Sarto Sen, and he beckoned me to his side.
He had been staring out through one of the powerful little telescopic
windows set in the conning-tower's wall, and as I reached him he
pointed eagerly through it, out beyond the rim of the fiery sun
beneath. I gazed in that direction, straining my eyes against the
glare, and then glimpsed the thing that had attracted his attention. It
was a little spot of dun-colored light lying beyond the crimson sun,
a buff-colored little ball that hung steady behind the great sun at a
distance of perhaps a hundred million miles and that accompanied it on
its flight through space.

"A planet!" I whispered, and he nodded. Then Hal Kur, who had joined
us, extended his hand too, with a muttered exclamation, and there,
thrice the distance of the first from Alto, there hung another and
smaller ball. In a few minutes, using the powerful inset glasses, we
had discovered no less than thirteen worlds that spun about the sun
beneath us and that accompanied it on its tremendous journey through
space. Most seemed to revolve in orbits that were billions of miles
from their parent sun, and none of the others was as large as that
inmost planet which we had first discovered. It was toward this largest
world that we finally decided to head first; so with Sarto Sen at the
controls we slanted down again from our position over the great sun,
arrowing down at reduced speed toward the inmost world.

Its color was changing from buff to pale red as we neared it, and its
apparent size was increasing with tremendous speed as our craft shot
down toward it. Gradually, though, Sarto Sen decreased our velocity
until by the time we reached an altitude of a few hundred miles above
this world our ship was moving very slowly. And now, from outside, came
a thin shrieking of wind, a mounting roar that told us plainly that
we were speeding through air again, and that this world had at least
an atmosphere. None of us remarked on that, though, all our attention
being held by the scene below.

Drenched in the crimson light of the sun behind us, it was a crimson
world that lay beneath us, a lurid world whose mountains, plains
and valleys were all of the same blood-like hue as the light that
fell upon them, whose very lakes and rivers gave back to the sky the
scarlet tinge that pervaded all things here. And as our cruiser swept
lower we saw, too, that the redness of the planet beneath was no
mere illusion of the crimson sunlight but inherent in itself, since
all of the vegetation below, grassy plains and tangled shrubs and
stunted, unfamiliar trees, were of that same red tinge that was the
color-keynote of this world.

Strange and weird as it appeared, though, there seemed no sign of life
on the broad plains and barren hills beneath us, and abruptly Sarto
Sen headed the ship across the planet's face, speeding low over its
surface while we scanned intently the panorama that unrolled beneath
us. For minutes our straining scrutiny was unrewarded; and then, far
ahead, a colossal shape loomed vaguely through the dusky crimson light,
taking form, as we sped on toward it, as a tremendous, soaring tower.
And involuntarily we gasped as our eyes took in the hugeness of its
dimensions. It consisted of four slender black columns, each less
than fifty feet in thickness, which rose from the ground at points a
half-mile separated, four mighty pillars which slanted up into the
crimson sunlight for fully ten thousand feet, meeting and merging at
that distance above the ground and combining to support a circular
platform two hundred feet in diameter. Our ship was hovering a few
thousand feet above this platform, and on it we could see the shapes of
what appeared to be machines, and other shapes that moved about them,
though whether these last were human or not could not be distinguished
from our height. And then, as my gaze fell toward the mighty tower's
base, my cry brought the eyes of the others to follow my pointing
finger. For gathered beneath and around the tower and extending away
into the surrounding country were the massed buildings of a city. Low
and flat-roofed and utterly strange in appearance were those buildings,
and the narrow streets that pierced their huddled masses were all of
the same smooth blackness as the tower itself--black, deep black, the
roofs and streets and walls, laced with crimson parks and gardens that
lay against their blackness like splashes of blood. And looming over
all, its four tremendous columns rearing themselves above the streets
and roofs and gardens like the limbs of a bestriding giant, the mighty
tower soared into the crimson sunlight.

Sarto Sen flung an arm down toward the tower's platform, beneath us,
and toward the shapes that moved on that platform. "Inhabited!" he
cried. "You see? And that means that Alto's change in course was--"

He broke off; uttered a smothered cry. A spark of intense white light
had suddenly broken into being on the platform beneath us, a beam of
blinding light that stabbed straight up toward us, bathing the cruiser
in its unearthly glow. And suddenly our ship was falling!

Sarto Sen sprang to the controls, wrenched around the power-lever.
"That ray!" he cried. "It's attractive!--it's pulling us down!"

Our ship was vibrating now to the full force of its generators, but
still we were falling, plunging headlong down toward the round platform
beneath. I glimpsed Sarto Sen working frantically with the controls,
and heard a hoarse cry from Hal Kur. There was a blinding glare of
light all around us, now, and through the window I saw the platform
below rushing up toward us with appalling speed. It was nearer, now ...
nearer ... nearer ... _crash!_


                                   3

I think that in the minute after the crash no one in the conning-tower
made a movement. The blinding ray outside had vanished at the moment of
our crash, and we were now lying sprawled on the little room's floor,
where the shock of the collision had thrown us. In a moment, though,
I reached for a support and scrambled to my feet. As I did so there
came shouts from the hull beneath us, and then a loud clang as one of
the cruiser's lower doors swung open. I sprang to the window, just in
time to see our six engineers pour out of the hull beneath me, emerging
onto the platform on which our ship rested, and gazing about them with
startled eyes.

I ripped open the little door in the conning-tower's side, to shout to
them to come back, and even as I did so saw one of the men run back
into the cruiser as though in fear. The others were staring fixedly
across the broad platform, and in that moment, before I could voice the
warning on my lips, their doom struck. There was a quick sigh of wind,
and from across the platform there sprang toward them a tiny ball of
rose-colored fire, a ball that touched one of the men and instantly
expanded into a whirlwind of raging flame. A single moment it blazed
there, then vanished. And where the five men had stood was--nothing.

Stunned, stupefied, my eyes traveled slowly across the surface of
the great platform. Strange, huge machines stood close-grouped upon
it, great shining structures utterly unfamiliar in appearance. At
the center of this group of mechanisms stood the largest of them, a
great tube of metal fully a hundred feet in length, which was mounted
on a strong pedestal and which pointed up into the sky like a great
telescope. It was none of these things, though, that held my attention
in that first horror-stricken moment of inspection. It was the dozen
or more grotesque and terrible shapes which stood grouped at the
platform's farther edge, returning my gaze.

They were globes, globes of pink, unhealthy-looking flesh more than a
yard in diameter, each upheld by six slender, insectlike legs, not more
than twelve inches long, and each possessing two similar short, thin
limbs which served them as arms and which projected at opposite points
from their pink, globular bodies. And between those arms, set directly
in the side of the round body itself, were the only features--two round
black eyes of large size, browless and pupil-less, and a circle of pale
skin which beat quickly in and out with their breathing.

Motionless they stood, regarding me with their unhuman eyes, and now I
saw that one, a little in advance of the others, was holding extended
toward me a thin disk of metal, from which, I divined instantly, the
destroying fire had sprung. Yet still I made no movement, staring
across the platform with sick horror in my soul.

I heard a thick exclamation from Hal Kur, behind me, as he and Sarto
Sen came to my side and gazed out with me. And now the grouped
creatures opposite were giving utterance to sounds--speech-sounds with
which they seemed to converse--low, deep, thrumming tones which came
apparently from their breathing-membranes. They moved toward us, the
fire-disk still trained upon us, and then one stopped and motioned from
us to the platform on which he stood. He repeated the gesture, and its
meaning was unmistakable. Slowly we stepped out of the conning-tower
and descended by the ladder in the cruiser's side to the platform
itself.

Our captors seemed to pause for a moment, now, and I had opportunity
for a quick inspection of our ship. Sucked down as it had been by
the attractive ray of those strange creatures, it had yet fallen on
a clear space on the platform and seemed to have suffered no serious
injury, for it was stoutly built and our fall had been short. The lower
door in its side was still open, I saw, and now a half-dozen of the
globe-creatures entered this, scurrying forward like quick insects on
their six short legs. They disappeared from view inside the cruiser's
hull, returning in a moment with their fire-disks trained upon the
single engineer who had run back into the ship and escaped the doom of
his fellows. This man, Nar Lon by name, had been the chief of the six
engineers, and as his guards herded him to our side his face was white
with terror. Finding us still alive, though, he seemed to take courage
a little.

[Illustration: "They had their fire-disks trained upon the engineer."]

Now the thrumming conversation of the creatures about us broke off, and
one turned to the edge of the platform, touching a stud in the floor
there. At once a circular section of the metal floor, some ten feet
across, slid aside, revealing a round dark well of the same diameter,
which apparently extended down into one of the great tower's four
supporting columns. At the top of this shaft hung a small, square metal
cage, or elevator, and into this we were shepherded at once, two of our
captors entering the cage with us and keeping their fire-disks trained
still upon us. There was the click of a switch, then a sudden roar of
wind, and instantly the cage was shooting downward with tremendous
speed. Only a moment we flashed down through the roaring darkness, and
then the cage came to rest and a section of wall beside it slid aside,
admitting a flood of dusky, crimson light. At once we stepped out,
followed by our two guards.

We were standing at the foot of a mighty column down which we had
come, standing on the floor of a great, circular, flat-roofed room,
in and out of which were moving scores of the globe-creatures. From
the very center of the room, behind us, rose the fifty-foot thickness
of the huge pillar, soaring up obliquely and disappearing through the
building's roof, two hundred feet above. Except for the pillar and the
hurrying figures around us the great room was quite bare and empty,
lit only by high, narrow slits in its walls which admitted long,
shafting bars of the crimson sunlight. I heard Hal Kur muttering his
astonishment at the titanic scale on which all things in this strange
world seemed planned, and then there came a thrumming order from our
guards, who gestured pointedly toward a high doorway set in the room's
wall opposite us. Obediently we started across the floor toward it.

Passing through it, we found ourselves in a long, narrow corridor,
apparently a connecting passage between another building and the one we
had just left. There were windows on its sides, circular openings in
the walls, and as we passed down the hall I glimpsed through these the
city that lay around us, a vista of black streets and crimson gardens
through which thronged other masses of the globe-creatures. Then,
before I could see more, the corridor ended and we passed into a large
anteroom occupied by a half-dozen of the globe-men, all armed with
fire-disks which they trained instantly upon us.

There ensued a brief conversation between our guards and these, and
then they stood aside, allowing us to pass through a narrow doorway
into a smaller room beyond. Its sides were lined with shelves holding
what seemed to be models of machines, all quite unfamiliar in
appearance. At the far end of the room stood a low, desklike structure
whose surface was covered with other models and with white sheets of
stiff cloth or paper covered with drawings and designs, and behind this
sat another of the globe-men, a little larger than any we had yet seen.
As we halted before him he inspected us for a moment with his large,
unwinking eyes, then spoke in deep, thrumming inflections to our two
guards. The latter answered him at length, and again he considered us.

During the moments that we stood there I had noted that Sarto Sen,
beside me, seemed intensely interested in the models and design-covered
sheets which lay on the desk before us. Now, as the creature behind
the desk seemed to pause, my friend moved forward and picked up one of
the sheets, and a metal pencil which lay beside it. In a moment he was
drawing on the sheet some design which I could not see, and this done
he handed it to the monster behind the desk. The latter reached for
it, inspected it closely, and then raised his eyes to Sarto Sen with
something of surprize apparent even on his unhuman features. He uttered
a short command, then, and instantly one of the two guards motioned
Sarto Sen aside, while the other herded Hal Kur, Nar Lon and me again
toward the door. As we passed out of the room I glanced back and saw
Sarto Sen, still under the watchful eyes of his guard, bending over
the desk, intensely interested, sketching another design.

Again we were in the anteroom, in which there lounged still the guard
of armed globe-men. Instead of returning to the corridor through which
we had come, though, we were conducted through a door on the room's
opposite side, and passed down a similar long hall, halted at last by
our guard before a low door in its side. This he flung open, motioning
us to enter, and as the death-dealing disk in his grasp was trained
full upon us we had no choice but to obey, and passed into a square,
solid-walled little room which was but half-lit by a few loopholes in
one of its sides. Behind us the door slammed shut, its strong bolts
closing with a loud grating of metal. We were prisoners--prisoners on
the planet of a distant star.

And now, looking back, it seems to me that the days of imprisonment
which followed were the most terrible I have ever known. Action, no
matter of what sort, gives surcease at least from mental agony, and
it was agony which we suffered there in our little cell. For with the
passing of every day, every hour, the crimson sun above was drawing
nearer toward our own by millions of miles. And we, who alone had power
to find the cause of the red sun's deflection--we lay imprisoned there
in the city of the globe-men, watching doom creep upon our universe.

       *       *       *       *       *

Hour followed hour and day followed day, remorselessly, while we
lay there, hours and days which we could measure only by the steady
circling of the sunlight that slanted through our tiny windows. With
each night came cold, a bitter cold that penetrated to our bones, and
for all the red splendor of the dying sun above, the days were far
from warm. Twice each day the door opened and a guard cautiously thrust
in our food, which consisted of a mushy mixture of cooked vegetables
and a bottle of red-tinged, mineral-tasting water.

We spoke but little among ourselves, except to wonder as to the
whereabouts of Sarto Sen. We had heard nothing of him since we had left
him and could not know even whether our friend was alive or dead. What
our own fate was to be we could not guess, nor, in fact, was even that
of much interest to us. A few months longer and we would meet death
with all on this planet, when Alto and our own sun crashed together.
Whether or not we lived until then was hardly a great matter.

Then, ten days after our capture, there came the first break in the
monotony of our imprisonment. There was a rattle of bolts at our door;
it swung open, and Sarto Sen stepped inside. As the guards outside
closed the door my friend sprang toward me, his face eager.

"You're all right, Jan Tor?" he exclaimed quickly. "They told me you
were unharmed, but I worried--"

A phrase in his speech struck me. "They told you?" I repeated. "_They?_"

He nodded, his eyes holding mine. "The globe-men," he said, simply.

We stared at him, and he stepped swiftly to the door, tried it and
found it fast, then came back and sat down beside us.

"The globe-men," he repeated solemnly, "those children of Alto, those
creatures of hell, who have turned their parent sun from its course to
send it crashing into our own, to wipe out our universe."

At our exclamations of stunned surprize he was silent, musing, his
eyes seeming to gaze out through somber vistas of horror invisible to
us. When he spoke again it was slowly, broodingly, as though he had
forgotten our presence.

"I have found what we came here to learn," he was saying; "have
discovered the reason for the deflection of this star. Yet even
before, I guessed.... If a star have planets and those planets
inhabitants--inhabitants of supreme science, supreme power--would they
not use that science and that power to save themselves from death, even
though it means death for another universe? And that is what they have
done, and what I suspected before.

"It was that suspicion that stood me in good stead when we were
examined there by the chief of the globe-men. I had glimpsed on his
desk sheets with astronomical designs on them, and so I took a sheet
myself and drew on it a simple design which he understood immediately,
a design which represented two suns colliding. It convinced him of my
knowledge, my intelligence, so that when he sent the rest of you to
this cell he retained me for questioning. And for hours afterward I
drew other sketches, other designs, while with gestures he interrogated
me concerning them. It was slow, fumbling communication, but it was
communication, and gradually we perfected a system of signs and
drawings by which we were able to exchange ideas. And through the
succeeding days our sign-communication continued.

"I informed him, in this way, that we were visitors from another star,
but I was too cautious to let him know that we were children of the sun
into which Alto was soon to crash. Instead I named Sirius as our native
star, explaining that we had come from there in our vibration-cruiser
for purposes of exploration. It was the cruiser which interested him
most, evidently. The scientists of the globe-people had been examining
it, he told me, and he now asked me innumerable questions concerning
its design and operation. For though the globe-men have gravity-screen
ships, like our own old-fashioned ones, in which they can travel from
planet to planet, they have no such star-cruisers as this one of ours.
Hence his questions, which I evaded as well as I could, turning the
subject to the coming collision of the two suns, which I stated had
been foreseen by the astronomers of my own universe. And as I had
expected, my news of the coming collision was no surprize to him. For,
as he casually explained, that collision was being engineered in fact
by his own people, the globe-men, for their own purposes.

"For ages, it seems, these globe-men have dwelt on the planets of Alto.
First they had inhabited the outermost planet, billions of miles from
Alto itself, but which was yet warm enough for existence because of
their sun's titanic size and immense heat. There they had risen to
greatness, had built up their science and civilization to undreamed-of
heights. But as the ages passed, that outermost world of theirs was
growing colder and colder, since Alto, like all other suns, was slowly
but steadily cooling, shrinking and dying, radiating less and less
heat. At last there came a time when the planet of the globe-men was
fast becoming too cold for existence there, and then their scientists
stirred themselves to find a way out. Spurred on by necessity, they hit
upon the invention of the gravity screen and with it constructed their
first interplanetary space-ships. These they made in vast numbers, and
in them the globe-people moved _en masse_ to the next innermost planet,
which still received enough heat from Alto to support life. There they
settled, and there their civilization endured for further ages.

"But slowly, surely, their sun continued to cool and die, and with the
terrible, machinelike inevitability of natural laws there came a day
when again their world had grown too cold for their existence. This
time, though, they had the remedy for their situation at hand, and
again there took place a great migration from their cold planet to a
warmer inner one. And so, as the ages passed, they escaped extinction
by migrating from planet to planet, moving ever sunward as their sun
waned in size and splendor, creeping closer and closer toward its dying
fires.

"At last, though, after long ages, there drew down toward them the doom
which they had averted for so long. Alto was still shrinking, cooling,
and now they were settled upon its warmest, inmost planet, and had
no warmer world to which to flee. But a short time longer, as they
measured time, and their planet would become a frozen, lifeless world,
for their sun would inevitably cool still further until it was one of
the countless dark stars, dead and burned-out suns, which throng the
heavens. It seemed, indeed, that this time there was to be no escape.

"But now there came forward a party among them which advanced a
proposal of colossal proportions. They pointed out that Alto was moving
steadily toward another sun, one much the same size as their own but
flaming with heat and life, which it would pass closely within a short
time. But if, instead of passing each other, the two suns should meet,
should crash into each other, what then would be the result? It would
be, of course, that the collision would form one new sun instead of the
former two--one titanic, flaming sun whose heat would be sufficient to
support life on any planet for countless ages. The inmost planets of
Alto's system, and virtually all the planets of the other sun's system,
would be annihilated by the collision, of course, would perish in that
flaming shock of suns. But the outermost planets of Alto, which lay in
orbits billions of miles from it, would be safe enough and would take
up their orbits around this great new sun in place of Alto. And on
these planets the globe-people could exist for eons, supported by the
heat of the great new sun. It was a perfect plan, and required only
that their own sun, Alto, be swerved from its path just enough to make
it crash into the other sun instead of passing it.

"To accomplish this, to swerve their star from its course, the
globe-men made use of a simple physical principle. You know that a
round, spinning body, moving across or through any medium, changes its
direction if the rate of its spinning is changed. A ball that rolls
across a smooth table without spinning at all will move in a straight
line. But if the ball spins as it rolls it will move in a curved
line, the amount and direction of curve depending upon the amount and
direction of spin. Now their sun, which had rotated at the same rate
for ages, had rolled through the ether for ages on the same great
course, never swerving. And so, they reasoned, if their sun's rate of
spin or rotation could be increased a little it would curve aside a
little from its accustomed course.

"The problem, then, was to increase their sun's rate of spin, and
to accomplish this they gathered all their science. A mighty tower
was erected over their city, on whose great top-platform were
placed machines which could generate an etheric ray or vibration of
inconceivable power, a ray which could be directed at will through the
great telescopelike projector which they had provided for it.

"This done, they waited until the moment calculated by their
astronomers, then aimed the great projector-tube at the edge of their
sun that was rotating away from them, and turned on the ray. This was
the crucial point of their scheme, for now they were risking their
very universe. It was necessary for them to increase their sun's rate
of spin just enough to make it swerve aside, but if the rate of spin
were increased just a little too much it would mean disaster, since
when a sun spins too fast it breaks up like a great flywheel, splits
into a double star. It is that process, the process of fission, which
has formed the countless double stars and bursted suns in the heavens
around us, since each was only a single star or sun which broke up
because of its too-great speed of rotation, or spin. And the globe-men
knew that it would require but very little increase in their own sun's
rate of spin to make it, too, split asunder. So they watched with
infinite care while their brilliant ray stabbed up toward the sun's
edge, and when, under the terrific power of that pushing ray, the star
began to spin faster, they at once turned off the ray, which was used
for a short time only. But it had been effective; for now, as their
sun spun faster, it began to swerve a little from its usual course,
and they knew that now it would crash into the other approaching sun
instead of passing it. So their end was achieved, and so they began
their preparations for their great migration out to Alto's outermost
planets, a migration which would take place just before the collision.
And then--we came.

"We came, and now we have discovered that for which we came, the
reason for Alto's change in course. For it was the science and will
of the globe-men that turned their sun aside, that threatens now the
annihilation of the Eight Worlds. Doom presses upon them, and to
escape that doom they are destroying our sun, our planets, our very
universe!"


                                   4

I do not remember that any of us spoke when Sarto Sen's voice had
ceased. And yet, stunned as we were by the thing he had told us, our
knowledge was in some ways a relief. We had discovered, at least, what
had swerved Alto from its course, and if science and intelligence alone
could cause the sun to veer from its path, science and intelligence
might steer it back into that path.

When I said as much to Sarto Sen his face lit up. "You are right, Jan
Tor!" he exclaimed. "There's a chance! And even as Mur Dak predicted,
that chance depends on us. For if we can escape from here and get back
to the Eight Worlds, we can come back with a greater force and crush
these globe-men, and use their own force-projector to swerve their sun
out of its present path."

"But why go back to the Eight Worlds?" objected Hal Kur. "Why not get
up to that platform, if we escape, and use the projector ourselves?"

Sarto Sen shook his head. "It's impossible," he told the big engineer.
"If we escape from here at all it will be by night, for by day the
rooms and corridors outside are thronged with globe-men. And by night
we could do nothing, for Alto, the sun itself, would not then be in the
sky. Nor could we wait for its rising, there on the platform, since
our escape would soon be discovered, and we should be attacked there.
Our only chance is to get out of here by night, make our way up to
the platform, and make a dash for our ship. If we can do that we can
flash back to our own universe and get the help we need to crush these
globe-people."

"But when shall we make the attempt?" I asked, and my heart leaped at
Sarto Sen's answer. "To-night! The sooner we get out the better. A few
hours after dark we'll try it."

He went on, then, to unfold his plan for escape, and we listened
intently, while big Hal Kur's eyes gleamed at the prospect of action.
Our plan was simple enough, and likely enough to fail, we knew, but it
was our only chance. What course we would follow after getting free of
our cell we did not even discuss. There was nothing for it but to make
our break and trust to luck to bring us through the thousand obstacles
that lay between us and the tower-platform which held our ship.

The remaining hours of that day were the longest I have ever
experienced. The slanting shafts of light from the loopholes seemed
to move across the room with infinite slowness, while we awaited
impatiently the coming of night. At last the light-bars darkened,
disappeared, as the dying crimson sun sank beyond the rim of the world
outside. Darkness had descended on that world, now, and here and there
among the buildings and streets of the weird city outside flared points
of red light. Still we waited, until the vague, half-heard sounds of
soft movement and thrumming speech outside had lessened, ceased, until
at last the only sound to be heard was an occasional shuffling movement
of the guard outside the door.

Sarto Sen rose, making to us a signal of readiness, and then threw
himself flat on the floor of the room's center. At the farther side of
the cell lay Hal Kur and Nar Lon, as though sleeping, with a thick roll
of garments between them which resembled another sleeping figure. These
preparations made, I stepped to the door and stationed myself directly
inside it, to one side, my heart pounding now as the moment for action
approached.

All was ready, and seeing this, Sarto Sen began his part. Lying there
on the floor he gave utterance to a low, deep groan. There was silence
for a moment, and then another low moan arose from him, and now I heard
a shuffling movement outside the door as the guard there approached
to listen. Again Sarto Sen groaned, terribly, and after a moment's
pause there came a rattling of bolts as the guard slid them aside. I
flattened myself back against the wall, and in a second the door opened.

Even in the darkness, glancing sidewise, I could make out the round,
globular form of the guard, his eyes peering into our cell and his
fire-disk held out in cautious readiness. A moment he paused, peering
at the three dim figures lying across the room; then, as if satisfied,
turned his eyes back upon Sarto Sen, at the same moment taking a step
inside the door. And with a single bound I was upon him.

       *       *       *       *       *

Of all the fights in my career I place that struggle there in the
darkness with our globe-man guard as the most horrible. I had leaped
with the object of wresting the deadly fire-disk from him before he
could make use of it, and fortunately the force of my spring had
knocked it from his grasp. His short, thin arms clutched at me with
surprizing power, though, while the insectlike lower limbs grasped my
own and pulled me instantly to the floor. A moment I rolled there in
mad combat, striving to gain a hold on my opponent's smooth, round
body, and then a thing happened the memory of which sickens me even
now. For as my hands clutched for a hold on the sleek, cold, globular
body, that body suddenly collapsed beneath my weight, breaking like
a skinful of water and spurting out a mass of semi-liquid, jellylike
substance which flowed across the floor in a shining, malodorous
mass. Flesh-like as they were in appearance, these creatures were but
globular shells of ooze.

Sick to my very soul I rose to my feet, looking wildly at the others,
who had rushed to aid me. There had been no cry from our guard during
that moment of combat and the silence around us was unchanged. Sarto
Sen was already at the door, peering down the corridor, and in a moment
we were out of the cell and making our way stealthily down the long
hall. As we left the cell, though, my foot struck against something,
and reaching down I picked up the little fire-disk of our guard. As we
crept down the long corridor I clutched it tightly in my hand.

The long hall, dimly lit by a few red flares set in its walls, seemed
quite deserted. Ahead, though, shone a square of brighter light, and
we knew this to be the spot where the corridor crossed the anteroom
of the guards. Nearer we crept toward it, ever more stealthily, until
at last we crouched at the edge of the open doorway, staring into the
bright-lit anteroom.

There were but four of the globe-men guards in it now, and three of
these were apparently sleeping, resting with closed eyes on a long,
low seat against the wall. The other, though, was moving restlessly
about the room, the deadly fire-disk in his grasp ready for action. We
must cross this room, I knew, to reach the hall of the great pillar,
yet it would mean instant death to attempt it beneath the eyes of this
creature.

A moment we crouched there, undecided whether or not to chance all in
a rush for the one wakeful guard, when the entire matter was suddenly
taken out of our hands. The globe-man, in his pacing about the room,
had come within a few feet of the doorway outside which we crouched,
and at that very moment the silence around us was shattered by a sound
which came to my ears like the thunder of an explosion. Hal Kur had
sneezed!

With the sound the pacing guard wheeled instantly and confronted us,
uttering a thrumming cry which brought the other three instantly to
their feet. We were evenly matched, four to four, and before they had
time to use their deadly disks we were upon them. The next moment was
one of wild confusion, a whirling of men and globular bodies about the
little room, a babel of hoarse shouts and thrumming cries. Clinging
desperately to one of the slippery creatures I had a momentary glimpse
of Hal Kur raising one of the guards bodily into the air and crashing
him down on the hard floor like a smashed egg. Then a powerful twist of
my opponent flung me sidewise out of the combat.

I staggered to my feet and saw that one guard lay broken and dead on
the floor while the other three had slipped from our clutches and were
retreating through the doorway by which we had come. Abruptly they
paused, and the arm of one came up with a fire-disk trained full upon
us.

In that moment I became aware of something in my hand to which I had
clung through all the mêlée, something round and thin and hard, with a
raised button on its side. Instinctively, entirely without thought, I
raised the thing toward the three guards opposite, pressing the button
on its side. A little ball of rosy fire seemed to leap out from my
hand with the action, flicking sighingly through the air and striking
the group of globe-men squarely. There was a roar of flame, a moment's
flaring up of raging pink fire, and then flame and guards alike had
vanished.

I turned, staggered with my friends toward the door. From far behind,
now, we heard deep, thrumming cries, and the shuffle of quick feet.
Our escape was discovered, we knew, and our only chance lay in reaching
the great pillar and its cage-lift before we were cut off, so we raced
on down the corridor with our utmost speed, sparing no breath for
speech. The cries behind were growing swiftly louder and nearer, and
somewhere near by there was a sudden clamor of gongs. But now we were
bursting recklessly into the great hall, finding it quite empty, its
deep shadows dispelled only by a few feeble points of light. Into the
upper darkness loomed the vast bulk of the great, slanting column, and
with the last of our strength we reeled across the floor toward it.

The door in the pillar's side was open, and through it we tumbled
hastily into the little cage-elevator inside. The clamor of pursuit was
growing rapidly in volume, now. Frantically I fumbled with the studs in
the cage's side, with which I had seen our captors operate it. There
was a moment of heart-breaking delay, and then, just as the uproar of
pursuit seemed about to burst into the great hall, a switch clicked
beneath my fingers and instantly our cage was shooting up the shaft
with tremendous speed, toward the platform above.

A moment of this thundering progress and then the car slowed, stopped.
We were in absolute darkness, but before sliding aside the section of
platform over us I whispered tensely to the others. "There will be
guards on the platform," I told them, "but we must make away with them
at once and get to the ship. It's our only chance, for there must be
cage-lifts in the other pillars too, and they'll come up those after
us."

With the words I touched the lever which swung aside the section of
floor above us, and instantly it slid back with a metallic jarring
sound that made my heart stand still. There was no sound of alarm,
though, from above, so after a moment of tense waiting we rose silently
from the cage and stepped out upon the platform itself.

We were standing near the edge of the platform, which was partly
illuminated by splashes of ruddy light from a few flares suspended
over it. Far below in the darkness lay the city of the globe-men,
outlined only by a sparse peppering of twinkling crimson lights. Above
stretched the splendid, star-jeweled skies, in which I could discern
the brilliant yellow orb that was the sun of the Eight Worlds. And now
I turned my attention back to the platform, and glancing beyond the
dark, enigmatic mechanisms which loomed around us, I saw the long,
gleaming bulk of our cruiser, lying still in the clear space where it
had fallen. Beside it a suspended flare poured down its red light,
and under that light were gathered three of the globe-men, examining
intently some small mechanism on the floor.

I wondered, momentarily, whether these creatures had yet discovered
the secret of our cruiser's design and operation, and then forgot my
wonder as we began to creep stealthily toward them. As we crawled past
a little heap of short, thick metal bars, each of us grasped one, and
then crept on again. In a moment we were within a dozen paces of the
unsuspecting globe-men, and at once we sprang to our feet and charged
down upon them with up-lifted maces.

So unexpected and so swift was our attack that the three had time only
to turn toward us, half-raising their fire-disks, and then our heavy
clubs had crashed down through their round, soft bodies, sending them
to the floor in a sprawling, oozing mass. We dropped our weapons and
sprang toward the cruiser.

Its lower door was open, and instantly we were inside it. At once Sarto
Sen sprang up the stair toward the conning-tower, while Hal Kur and
Nar Lon raced into the generator-room. I paused to slam shut the heavy
door, its closing automatically starting the throbbing oxygen pumps,
and then hastened up the stair also. Even as I did so there began the
familiar humming of the vibration-generators, droning out with swiftly
gathering power. And now I had reached the conning-tower, where Sarto
Sen was working swiftly with the controls.

At the moment that I burst into the little room there came a sudden
harsh grating of metal from outside, and then a score of high-pitched,
thrumming cries. I sprang to the window, and there, across the red-lit
platform, a mass of dark, globular figures had suddenly poured up onto
the platform's surface, from another of its pillar-lifts. They ran
toward us, heard the humming of the cruiser's generators, and then
stopped short. Their fire-disks swept up and a dozen balls of the
destroying flame leapt toward us. But at the moment that they did so
there was a swift clicking of switches beneath the hands of Sarto Sen,
a sudden roar of wind, and then the red-lit platform and all on it had
vanished from sight as our ship flashed out again into the void of
space.


                                   5

Always, now, I remember the weeks of our homeward flight as a seemingly
endless time during which we flashed on and on through space,
struggling against our own desire to sleep. For now there were but
four of us to operate the cruiser, and the generators alone required
the constant care of two of our number, while another must stand watch
in the conning-tower. That meant that each of us could grasp but a few
hours of sleep at irregular intervals, while our ship fled on. Even
so I do not think that we could have managed with any other engineer
than Nar Lon, for he, who had been chief of the engineers, was equal to
three men in his knowledge and vigilance.

So we sped on, while Alto dwindled in size behind us, and the bright
star that was our own sun burned out in waxing glory ahead. And through
the long hours of my watches in the conning-tower I watched red star
and yellow with an unceasing, growing fearfulness, for well I knew
that with each second they were leaping closer and closer toward each
other, and toward the doom of the Eight Worlds.

On and on our cruiser hummed, at its highest speed, fleeing through the
void toward our own sun with the velocity of light. And surely never
was voyage so strange as ours, since time began. A voyage from star
to star, in a ship flung forward by unseen vibrations, its crew four
haggard and burning-eyed men who were racing against time to carry the
news on which depended the fate of our universe. Dreamlike had been our
outward voyage, but this homeward flight resembled an endless torturing
nightmare.

At last, though, its end drew in sight, and gradually we slackened
speed as we flashed nearer toward our own universe. By the time we
received our first telestereo challenge from an Interplanetary Patrol
cruiser outside Neptune we were moving at a scant million miles an
hour. When we announced our identity, though, a peremptory order was
flashed across the solar system for all interplanetary traffic to clear
the space-lanes between ourselves and Earth, so that we were able to
hurtle on toward the green planet at full speed without danger of
collisions. And so, at last, our ship was slanting down again over the
great Hall of Planets, into the very landing-court from which we had
made the start of our momentous voyage.

Fighting against the fatigue which threatened to overwhelm me, I
staggered out of the cruiser into the waiting hands of those in the
landing-court, and five minutes later I was stumbling onto the dais
where Mur Dak faced the hastily assembled Council. Standing there,
swaying a little from sheer exhaustion, I spoke to Mur Dak and to the
Council, relating in concise phrases the events of our voyage and the
discovery we had made. When I had finished, saluting and slumping into
a chair, there was an utter, deathlike silence over the great hall, and
then a sigh went up as Mur Dak stepped forward to speak.

"You have heard the report of Jan Tor," he said, his voice calm and
even as ever, "and you know now what doom threatens us and what chance
we have to avert that doom. And now you must make decision. As you
know, during the past weeks our scientists have been engaged in the
construction of many hundreds of new vibration-cruisers like the one
used by Jan Tor in his voyage. Soon, now, these cruisers will be
completed, and they can be used by us in either of two ways.

"We can use them to save a fragment of our people, since in these ships
a few thousand of us can escape to another star, though all the rest
of us must inevitably perish with our universe when the two suns meet.
Or we can use them for battle, instead of flight, speeding out in them
to this planet of Alto's, attacking these globe-people and using their
own force-ray projector in an attempt to swerve Alto aside before it
destroys us. And that is the decision which you must make, a decision
on which rests the fate of the races of man. Shall a few of us flee in
these star-cruisers to another universe, allowing the oncoming sun to
destroy our own, or shall we go out in them to Alto and make a single
desperate attempt to swerve the approaching sun aside, and save the
Eight Worlds?"

And now again there was silence, a thick and heavy silence, fateful
with the doom of universes, the destiny of suns. I felt sleep
overwhelming me, now, and though I struggled to keep my tired eyelids
open I was slipping farther and farther down into drowsy depths of
oblivion. Dimly, as though from an infinite distance, I heard a mighty
shouting rising from the massed members around me. Then, just before
complete unconsciousness descended on me, the roaring lessened for a
single moment, and in that moment I heard the voice of Mur Dak, strong
and vibrant.

"You have made decision," he was saying, "and when the cruiser-fleet is
completed it shall start at once--_for Alto!_"

       *       *       *       *       *

The three weeks that elapsed between our return and the sailing of
the great fleet were undoubtedly the most frenzied in the history of
the Eight Worlds. Our own scientists had calculated that if we were
to save our universe, Alto must be swerved from its course within the
next fifty days, since after that it would be too late, for even if
swerved aside after that time the dying sun would still crash through
at least part of our solar system, wrecking it completely. We must
reach the ray-projector on Alto's planet and use it before the end of
the fiftieth day, or it would be too late.

So through the first twenty of those fifty days all other work
throughout the Eight Worlds had been abandoned and every effort was
concentrated upon the completion of the cruisers. Each planet was
furnishing its own contingent for the fleet, and on each of the Eight
Worlds men toiled to exhaustion in laboratory and factory, while others
stood ready to take their places. Swiftly the cruisers, more than a
thousand in number, approached completion, and now were being equipped
with the weapon our scientists had devised for them, a deadly blue ray
which had the power of stimulating atomic movement in every molecule of
matter it touched to such a point that whatever matter was struck by it
vanished beneath its touch, splitting instantly into its original atoms.

And through the nights, now, the men of every planet could see over
their heads, like a great menace in the heavens, the fiery orb of
Alto, growing, growing, dripping a crimson radiance upon the Eight
Worlds, hanging in the heavens like a great seal of blood. And beneath
that sign of death the work went madly on. And on all our planets
laughter in sunlight and joy and freedom seemed things gone forever.
For over the Eight Worlds lay the gigantic, shadowing wings of fear....

One event stands out in my memory against that time of terror, one
which occurred on the third day after our return. Mur Dak had summoned
us again in the Hall of Planets, this time to his own office, and
there, in the name of the Council, he formally tendered me the post of
commander-in-chief of the great fleet which was even then preparing.
No greater honor could have been accorded anyone in the Eight Worlds,
and I could only stammer a few words of thanks. And then the chairman
turned to Sarto Sen with the information that he had been named second
in command. To our surprize, though, my friend made no answer, turning
away from us for a moment and staring out of a window. When he turned
back to us it was to say quietly, "I can't accept the post."

We regarded him in astonishment, and Mur Dak asked, "Your reason?"

"I can't say--now," replied my friend, and the astonishment in our
expressions deepened.

Then Mur Dak's face became suddenly bleak, and his eyes scornful. "Is
it possible that you are afraid?" he asked.

A deep flush rose over Sarto Sen's face but he did not answer, meeting
our gaze for a moment and then turning toward the door. The spell of
surprize that had held me broke then and I ran toward him, held his arm.

"Sarto Sen!" I cried, and could voice no other word.

He half turned toward me, his face softening a little, and then
abruptly wheeled and passed out of the door, leaving me standing there
motionless.

The others were regarding me with a certain compassion, but seeing the
misery on my face they made no comments on what had just occurred, and
without further remark Hal Kur was named as my lieutenant. Later that
day I learned that Sarto Sen, with Nar Lon and a few others of his
assistants, had left in our original cruiser for his Venus laboratories.

If time had been mine I would have sought him out there, but now the
cruisers of our fleet were almost complete, and all my time was taken
up by the business of training the pilots who were to operate them.
Luckily their controls were simple, differing but little in practise
from those of our ordinary interplanetary space-ships, so that short
as was the time at our disposal it proved enough for the training of
the selected men. And so at last there came the twentieth day after
our return, and on that night the great fleet made the start of its
momentous voyage.

We had planned for the cruisers from each planet to proceed in separate
groups out past Neptune, where all would rendezvous and take up their
flight for Alto. And so that night the Earth contingent of ships made
its start, from a great plain beyond the Hall of Planets. Crowds from
over all Earth had assembled there to watch our departure--vast, silent
crowds who watched our ships with the knowledge written plain on their
faces that we held in our hands their only hope of life. And high above
them gleamed the little spot of blood-red light that was Alto, the sun
that was our goal.

Standing with Hal Kur and my pilot in the conning-tower of my flagship,
I watched the ground sinking away beneath us as we rose smoothly up
from Earth, with ever-increasing speed. As the gray old planet drew
away beneath us my heart twisted with the thought that Sarto Sen was
left behind, this time. And then our accompanying ships had slanted up
beneath us and we were arrowing out through the solar system to the
rendezvous beyond Neptune. When we had reached the appointed spot we
paused, our cruisers hovering just beyond the icy world. A few minutes
we waited and then a cloud of dark spots appeared behind us, sweeping
smoothly up and resolving into a formation of cruisers which fell into
place behind us. It was the fleet from Mars, and it was followed in
quick succession by the contingents from Uranus and Venus. Out from
arctic Neptune, behind us, there came now that world's ships, taking
their place with us just ahead of the group from ringed Saturn. Then,
last and at the same time, came the final two contingents, one a small
one of few cruisers from Mercury, the other the mighty fleet from
Jupiter. More than a thousand cruisers in all we hovered there, the
massed forces of the Eight Worlds.

I gave a telestereo order which flashed through all the fleet, and the
huge armada at once arranged itself in the form of a great triangle, a
thousand miles wide at its base, with my own cruiser at the triangle's
apex. Another order, and the whole vast fleet moved smoothly forward at
uniform speed, a speed that mounted quickly as we flashed on through
the ether toward the red star ahead with more and more power. The
forces of man had gathered themselves and were moving out toward their
supreme struggle, sailing out into the interstellar void to grapple
with their doom, risking on one great throw of dice the life or death
of their universe.

       *       *       *       *       *

Standing beside our pilot in my flagship's conning-tower, Hal Kur and
I peered through the broad fore-window, watching Alto broaden again
across the heavens as we raced on toward it. Already it burned in the
sky ahead like a great fire, since for four long weeks our fleet had
hummed on toward it at highest speed. And now, on the thirtieth day of
our flight, its end was at last in sight and we were preparing for our
descent on the city of the globe-men.

The plan which we had formed was simple enough. We were to swoop
suddenly upon the city, and while it was being attacked by the greater
part of our fleet a picked few ships would land upon the great
tower-platform, taking possession of the projector there. This our
own scientists would train upon Alto in an effort to swerve the sun
again from its course. It must be done soon, I knew, for this was the
fiftieth day, which was our time-limit; and unless we made our stroke
at the great sun before the tenth hour, it had been calculated, Alto
would still come close enough to the solar system to cause collisions
between its own far-swinging planets and our own sun and worlds,
wrecking our solar system. Less than twelve hours remained to us.

Now, as we swept on toward the lurid, immense sun ahead, it was
concerning my own courage that I felt most in doubt. The strange
defection of Sarto Sen had already unsettled my mind, and as I glanced
back through the rear window and glimpsed the far points of light which
were all that was to be seen of the great fleet following, I felt with
deepening anxiety the immensity of my responsibilities as commander.

How long I brooded there at the window I can not guess, but I was
finally aroused by a sudden sharp exclamation from Hal Kur. The big
engineer was gazing out through the front telescopic window toward
the fiery disk of the sun ahead, amazement on his face. In a moment
he beckoned me to his side, and I gazed out with him through the
telescopic glass.

Even through the light-repelling shields which had been swung over all
our windows the glare of the mighty sun ahead was almost blinding, but
my eyes quickly became accustomed to it, and then I gave a catch of
in-drawn breath. For I had glimpsed against the crimson disk of Alto
a little cloud of dark specks, a tiny swarm that seemed to be growing
steadily larger. Breathlessly we watched them, and now we could not
doubt that they were drawing nearer, increasing swiftly in size as
we raced to meet them. And now they were taking definite shape, seen
through our magnifying window, taking shape as smooth, long, fishlike
hulls--

Hal Kur whirled around to me, a flame leaping into his eyes. "They're
ships!" he cried. "Star-cruisers like our own! Those globe-men--they
had our own cruiser!"

Something seemed to check the beating of my own heart at that cry.
The cruisers ahead could only come from Alto, could only be manned
by the globe-men of Alto's planets. While we lay imprisoned they had
studied the design of our own cruiser, had understood and copied it,
and during our homeward flight they had built their own great fleet of
star-cruisers, guessing that our escape meant an attack on themselves
later on. And now they had come out to meet that attack, there in the
interstellar void, and the two great fleets were rushing headlong
toward a battle that would be fought between the stars!

A moment I stood there, stunned, then turned to the telestereo which
transmitted my orders to the fleet. "All ships prepare for battle,"
I announced, as calmly as possible. "Reduce speed gradually to one
hundred miles an hour, holding the same formation until further order."

From our own cruiser, below me, there came now a running of feet and a
shouting of hoarse voices, while there was a jarring and clanging of
metal as the ray-tubes in the cruiser's sides were quickly made ready
for action. Our speed was swiftly decreasing, now, and as I glanced
ahead I saw that the globe-men's ships were apparently slackening speed
also, advancing toward us more slowly and moving now in two short
columns. They knew, as well as we, that if both fleets used their
maximum speed they would be unable to make contact with each other, and
they sought a decision no less than we.

       *       *       *       *       *

Slowly, now, ever more slowly, the two fleets were moving toward each
other. I could now plainly observe the approaching enemy cruisers, very
similar in design to our own but with shorter, thicker hulls, their
globe-men pilots plainly visible in their bright-lit conning-towers.
Headlong they came toward us, and headlong we advanced to meet them.
Then, when the two fleets were almost at the point of colliding, there
leaped out toward us from the oncoming cruisers a multitude of balls of
destroying pink fire.

I had been expecting this, and at the moment they fired I spoke a
single word into the telestereo. Instantly our own cruiser and the
whole vast fleet behind it slanted sharply upward, while the globe-men
craft and their balls of fire passed harmlessly beneath us. And as
we swept over them there burned down from our own cruisers the blue
de-atomizing ray, striking more than a score of ships in the fleet
below and annihilating them instantly. In a moment we had passed them
and at once we circled, massed, and then sped back to strike another
blow at the enemy fleet, which had also circled and was coming to meet
us.

Again the two fleets were racing toward each other, and as they neared
each other, rosy fire and blue ray crossed and clashed from fleet to
fleet. I saw the flame-balls strike cruisers around and behind us,
cruisers that vanished in whirling storms of fire, though fire it could
not have been that raged so fiercely there in the airless void. In the
other fleet, ship after ship was flashing into blinding blue light and
disappearing, as our rays struck them. Then the two fleets had met,
had mixed and mingled, so that the battle changed suddenly to myriad
individual combats between cruisers, whirling and striking and falling
there in the great gulf between the coldly smiling stars, flaring into
pink flame or blue light and vanishing from sight.

[Illustration: "They whirled and struck and fell there in the great
gulf between the coldly smiling stars."]

Toward us flashed an enemy cruiser, but as its rosy flame leapt toward
us we veered sharply to one side, while at the same moment there came
from the hull beneath me the hiss of released rays. They struck the
tail of the other, which had swerved a moment too late, and the next
moment it flared a blue-lit wreck, then vanished. But now two enemy
cruisers were swooping down on us from above, ramming headlong toward
us. There was no time for us to twist aside from that fierce plunge,
but before they could loose their flame upon us the blue ray of a ship
beyond us stabbed across and struck one of the two, and in the moment
that it hovered there, luminous with its own destruction, the other
smashed squarely into it and then both had flared and vanished.

As they did so a racing cruiser struck us a glancing blow from beneath
and our ship reeled and spun, throwing those of us in the conning-tower
violently to one side. When Hal Kur and I scrambled to our feet the
pilot lay motionless on the floor, stunned, and at once I leapt to the
controls. That moment in which our ship had been pilotless had driven
us up above the battle, which lay stretched below us as a mighty field
of circling, striking ships, burned across by pink flame and livid
blue light. And now I was slanting our own ship down again, swooping
headlong down through space while the hissing rays from our own hull
seared down toward the enemy ships below. A wild exultation thrilled
through me, now, that sheer joy of battle which will ever last in the
heart of man, no matter what centuries of peace are his, and I laughed
crazily as we rose and circled and swooped again upon the whirling
ships below. Of all the battles in the long history of man's battles,
surely this was the most glorious of all. What ancient struggles on
earth, or on the seas, or between the planets themselves, could equal
this mighty grappling of two fleets in the void between the stars, with
a mighty sun at their backs and the fate of a universe at stake?

But now, as our cruiser soared again above the fighting ships, I saw
that the craft of the globe-men were perishing in increasing numbers,
assailed by the blue rays from our own. They seemed to halt, waver for
a moment, and then each of the globe-men's cruisers had ceased fighting
and had suddenly dropped down a full hundred miles, massing together
there and racing away toward Alto. They were in flight!

       *       *       *       *       *

I had no need to command a pursuit, for at sight of the fleeing craft
our own ships turned and leapt eagerly after them, my own cruiser
in the van. Swiftly our speed mounted, until the two fleets were
flashing toward Alto at full speed, the enemy ships managing to
keep just out of striking distance ahead of us, while we strained
our generators to the utmost to close the gap between us. On and on
they fled, at the speed of light, with our own fleet close at their
heels, on toward the crimson sun ahead, which filled half the sky as
we raced toward it. Suddenly a black blot appeared against that sun,
largening with terrific speed, and in a moment the fleeing cruisers
ahead had disappeared inside it, vanished inside the great ether-cavity
which loomed now before ourselves. But our own ships never faltered,
speeding straight on, and in a second we, too, were plunging into
darkness unutterable as we raced straight into the vast ether-cavity
after the fleeing ships. The droning of our generators ceased and we
drifted for a torturing moment through the blackness, then burst out
again into the red glare of the great sun ahead. And ahead still fled
the globe-men's cruisers, heading directly toward their own sun.

Straight after them we raced, speeding over the great sun in turn.
Then, just when the greater part of our fleet was flashing directly
above the sun, the humming of our generators faltered and died. And
instantly our ship was falling, plunging headlong down into the fiery
ocean of Alto, ten million miles beneath!

The ships of our fleet were falling with us, like wind-tossed leaves,
and now I cried out and pointed upward, even as we whirled down to
the fiery death below. Far, far above there hung a little group of
cruisers from which broad rays of purple light were stabbing down
toward us, bathing our ships in a weird glow. "They've trapped us!" I
cried despairingly. "Those ships--that purple ray--it's neutralizing
the vibrations of our generators--they led us over this sun and we're
falling--"

Below yawned the fiery ocean of red flame that was Alto, stretching
from horizon to horizon, its tongues and prominences licking hungrily
up toward us. Even through the super-insulation of the cruiser's walls
we felt the growing, stifling heat of the sun below. And then I cried
out and pointed upward once more. A score of cruisers at the tail of
our fleet had escaped the fate of the rest of us by swerving aside in
time, and instantly they had turned and slanted upward, then circled
once and plunged down toward the hovering ray-ships. They never even
used the blue ray but made sure of their enemies by their own deaths,
plunging into the enemy cruisers in a score of swift, shattering
collisions, and then the purple rays around us had vanished, while
the shattered wrecks above whirled down into the crimson sun beneath
us. With the vanishing of the rays our generators took up again their
familiar humming drone, and the ships of our fleet slanted sharply up,
to escape the fiery doom below.

The remaining ships of the globe-men's fleet had disappeared, now, and
glancing at our time-dials I gave an order through the telestereo.
Our fleet, still over five hundred cruisers strong, sped away from
the great sun toward the buff-colored little ball that was its inmost
planet. Swiftly its color deepened again to crimson as we arrowed down
toward it, and I glanced anxiously again at the time-dials, for less
than a quarter-hour remained now in which to get the ray-tube in action
on the whirling sun behind us. Meteorlike our ships split the air of
the red planet as we shot across its surface, and in a moment we were
slanting down toward the city of the globe-men, toward the massed black
roofs and streets above which loomed the mighty tower.

As we dropped down toward it there rose to meet us fully fifty
star-cruisers like our own, the last remnants of the globe-men's fleet
which we had pursued in past their sun. With suicidal determination
they flashed straight up toward us, and the next minute was one of
swift, terrific battle, the air around us a hell of blue light and pink
flame, leaping and burning from ship to ship, while scores of wrecks
whirled down into the black city below. Five minutes after that fierce
attack we had lost a full hundred of our ships, but we had accounted
for the last cruiser of the globe-men, or so we thought.

And now my own flagship and the designated few agreed on were dipping
swiftly toward the great tower-platform, where stood the ray-projector
which we had fought our way from universe to universe to reach. We
were dropping lower, gradually decreasing our speed as we neared the
platform, lower, lower....

       *       *       *       *       *

A cry of fierce rage rang through the hull beneath me, and at the same
moment I was aware of a long, dark shape that suddenly flashed down
past us from above, a last cruiser of the globe-men which must have
hovered high above us until that moment. It dropped below us with
lightning speed, then hovered ominously beside the tower-platform for
a single moment. In that moment a hundred shafts of blue light from
our own ships leapt down toward it, but even as they did so there
spurted from its side globe after globe of the annihilating pink flame,
striking the broad platform and the four mighty supporting columns
of the tower in a score of places. The enemy cruiser itself flashed
into nothingness beneath the rays of our ships, but a great cry went
up from us as we saw that its work was done, for the fire-balls that
struck the tower blazed fiercely up for a moment and then vanished; and
then the mighty tower was swaying, falling, crumbling, crashing down
to the ground in a mighty avalanche of broken wreckage, raining its
mighty fragments upon the city far beneath. The tower was gone! The
ray-projector was annihilated!

And now our ships hung motionless, stunned, even as I was stunned,
gazing through the window stupidly at the wreckage far below. We had
lost! For when I finally raised my eyes I saw that the pointer on the
time-dial before me had passed the tenth hour. Even had we had another
ray-projector of our own, it would have been too late. Nothing now
could save the Eight Worlds, nothing could swerve the mighty sun aside
in time to save our universe. We races of men had risked our lives, our
universe, in one great cast of the dice, and--we had lost.

Suddenly Hal Kur seemed to go insane, there beside me in the
conning-tower. He choked, uttered incoherent exclamations, pointed a
trembling hand up through our telescopic window toward the thundering
red sun above. I did not raise my eyes, and he clutched my arm, pulling
me to the window, his upward-pointing hand trembling violently, his
eyes staring.

I looked up. There, beside the very rim of the mighty sun, was a tiny
black spot, a long, dark speck that hung steady, playing a beam of
brilliant light upon Alto. For a moment I did not understand, but gazed
dazedly, trying to comprehend what I saw. That little black spot, that
long, black shape--

"_Look!_" Hal Kur was screaming, like one gone mad. "_It's_"--he
choked, staggered--"_It's our old cruiser! It's Sarto Sen!_"

Sarto Sen! The name seared across my brain like living fire. That
ray--he was playing it upon the edge of Alto even as the globe-men had
done--was spinning the great sun faster, faster--

"But it's too late!" I cried, throwing an anguished hand out toward the
time-dial.

Too late! Nothing could swerve the sun aside in time to save the Eight
Worlds, now. Too--

I stopped, a thick silence settling over us. And in that silence Hal
Kur and I gazed up together, awe falling upon our faces, such awe as
had never been felt by man before.

For there, across the face of the mighty crimson sun, had appeared a
thin black line, a line that thickened, widened, with every second.
And now it was a gap, a narrow gap between the two cleft halves of the
great red star, a gap that swiftly was widening. Alto was _splitting_!
Splitting into two great halves, into two masses of crimson flame which
swept ever wider from each other. Splitting like a great flywheel,
when the ray of Sarto Sen increased its spinning to such a rate that
it could no longer hold together. Beside it, its brilliant ray playing
upon the dividing sun until the last moment, hung the little cruiser,
and then it had vanished from sight as the right half of the sun, an
ocean of raging fires, swept over it.

But Sarto Sen had won! Farther and farther apart swept the two halves
of the divided sun, diverging each to follow its separate course,
moving away on either side, slowly, majestically. Between them, now,
there shone forth the yellow star that was our own sun, the doom that
had threatened it vanishing now as the two halves of Alto moved away
from each other, each receding farther and farther from each other
and from our own sun. And below us, now, the red planet that had been
Alto's was moving away also, hurtling toward the right half of the
cleft sun and disappearing inside it with a great burst of flame.
Planet after planet was vanishing in right sun or left, until at last
our cruisers hovered alone in the void between the two receding suns.

In our own cruisers, now, and in all the ships around me, I knew, was
rising a babel of hoarse shouts of joy, of insane, frenzied gladness,
and Hal Kur beside me was shouting like a madman. The races of man had
won, had conquered the greatest menace that had ever threatened them,
had split a sun and wrecked a universe to save their own.

But for myself, in that moment, I knew only that my friend was dead.

       *       *       *       *       *

It was night when the last of our fleet came to Earth once more. We
had sped in from the long days of our homeward flight, pausing at each
planet to allow the cruisers from that planet to leave us. And few
enough were the ships that returned to each world, of the hundreds that
had gone out, yet they were welcomed by such mighty, shouting crowds
as no man had seen before. For the Eight Worlds had gone mad with joy.

So, at last, the dozen battered cruisers which were all that survived
of Earth's contingent were dropping down again toward the Hall of
Planets. Brilliant lights flared around it, and beneath them, it
seemed, was collected half the population of Earth, a mighty, shouting
throng. Slowly our ships slanted down over them, sinking down into the
inner landing-court of the great building, and there it was that we
were met by Mur Dak and the members of the Council.

The chairman was the first to wring my hand, and it was from him that
I learned first how Sarto Sen had planned to save us, duplicating in
his own laboratories the force-ray of the globe-men and speeding out
with it in our old cruiser to Alto, accompanied only by Nar Lon and his
devoted assistants. He carried out his plan under the imputation of
cowardice, as Mur Dak told me with working face, because he knew that
that plan meant death for himself and knew that I would have insisted
on sharing that death.

But now the shouting of the great throng outside the Hall of Planets
was becoming insistent, and they were calling for Jan Tor. Already the
Council members were passing out of the landing-court with the crews
of the surviving cruisers, passing through the building to the crowd
outside, which greeted them with a mighty roar of applause. Mur Dak
alone remained, with Hal Kur and me, and in a moment he left us also,
with our promise to follow in a few minutes. I could not, just then,
face those rejoicing, welcoming masses. Beside me, I knew, there would
have stood, invisible to them, the shade of another, the shadow of a
thin, spectacled youth to whom all this was due. So I stood in the
quiet landing-court, gazing up into the jeweled skies once more--gazing
up toward two tiny spots of red light, far-separated already, which
gleamed above us.

A mist seemed to come across my eyes, blurring and obscuring the two
far points of light at which I gazed. From beside me, then, came the
deep voice of Hal Kur.

"I know, Jan Tor," he was saying. "He was my friend, too." He gestured
toward the battered cruisers beside us, then up into the light-jeweled
heavens.

"It was from this Earth that the first man went out, Jan Tor. Out to
planet after planet, until a universe was theirs. And now that Sarto
Sen has saved that universe, and has given us these cruisers, how far
will man go, I wonder? Out--out--universe after universe, star after
star, constellations, nebulæ--out--out--out...."

He paused, a dark, erect figure beside me there, his arm flung up in
superb, defiant promise toward the brilliant, thronging stars.

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