“The body is ours, for the time! We can feel its physical power; our
brain animates it. We are one being. One entity when that connection is
made.”
Ren spoke up softly, “Why did you go to that city where you captured us?
Those people there haven’t harmed you. But you captured their prince and
princess.”
The huge face grinned with a look of cunning. “We cannot get back to our
world. We do not like these bleak mountains, these dark caves where we
have been living. We must have a better land, and other people; we want
to establish our own race. And there is little food, here in the
mountains. We began wandering, searching. We brought this one boat with
us from our own world.” He described the workings of the boat, and went
on. “One day I came upon that man and that woman you call prince and
princess. He says he is called Altho. They escaped from me, climbed to a
cliff. But we caught them again finally.”
He paused. Then he added slowly: “The princess is dead now. I did not
want her to die . . . but the prince killed her.”
It brought a shudder to Jim. He said, cautiously, “What are you going to
do now? What do you want of us?”
“I was thinking that if you were important, like Prince Altho, to this
other world, I might offer to release all of you, not kill you, if they
would let us live among them in the city. But I have decided now not to
bother with that. I think, if you annoy us too much, we shall kill you
before we start.”
“Start where?” Ren demanded. His voice was steady.
“Start upon our attack. We brought little with us from our world, a few
devices and scientific supplies; but for all this time since we arrived
we have been manufacturing. It is difficult with so few materials at
hand. But we are nearly ready. When I return now, we will start our last
preparations.”
His voice rose to a sudden grim power, “We have prepared well for this
conquest. It is a beautiful land down there; the women, so many of them
like the princess, are very beautiful. The men, they are not like you
two—they are already afraid of us. Some have seen us wandering near the
cave entrances. They always run in terror.”
His chuckle had a horrible gloating. “They will be easy to kill. A swift
attack upon the city; we are almost ready for it now!”
The boat at last came to the surface; the cover rolled back; the stars
gleamed overhead as before, but the yellow moon had crossed the sky and
was falling to the horizon behind them. Jim saw that they had come to
the surface of a very small lake.
He could see all around its shore, a circular lake of black,
cold-looking water. It lay unrippled, smooth as polished black stone,
unbroken except as the boat’s gas bubbles rose, and by the V-shaped
waves the boat left behind it.
Around the shore was a ring of mountains. Bleak, naked cliffs of rocks
came down sheer to the water; behind them the mountains rose in tumbled,
serrated ranks, naked crags and spires, snow-capped with yellow snow
where the moonlight struck them.
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