Blacksmiths -- Fiction; Science fiction; Time -- Fiction
LORD TEDRIC
_By Edward E. Smith, Ph. D._
_Illustrated by Lawrence_
Time is the strangest of all mysteries. Relatively unimportant
events, almost unnoticed as they occur, may, in hundreds of years,
result in Ultimate Catastrophe. On Time Track Number One, that was
the immutable result. But on Time Track Number Two there was one
little event that could be used to avert it--the presence of a
naked woman in public. So, Skandos One removed the clothing from
the Lady Rhoann and after one look, Lord Tedric did the rest!
_Skandos One (The Skandos of Time Track Number One, numbered
for reasons which will become clear) showed, by means of the
chronoviagraph, that civilization would destroy itself in one hundred
eighty-seven years. To prevent this catastrophe he went back to the key
point in time and sought out the key figure--one Tedric, a Lomarrian
ironmaster who had lived and died a commoner; unable, ever, to do
anything about his fanatical detestation of human sacrifice._
_Skandos One taught Tedric how to make one batch of super-steel;
watched him forge armor and arms from that highly anachronistic alloy.
He watched him do things that Tedric of Time Track One had never done._
_Time, then_, did _fork. Time Track One was probably no longer in
existence. He must have been saved by his "traction" on the reality
of Time Track Two. He'd snap back up to his own time and see what
the situation was. If he found his assistant Furmin alone in the
laboratory, the extremists would have been proved wrong. If not...._
_Furmin was not alone. Instead, Skandos Two and Furmin Two were at work
on a tri-di of Tedric's life: so like, and yet so wildly unlike, the
one upon which Skandos One and Furmin One had labored so long!_
_Shaken and undecided, Skandos One held his machine at the very verge
of invisibility and watched and listened._
_"But it's so maddeningly incomplete!" Skandos Two snorted. "When it
goes into such fine detail on almost everything else, why can't we
get how he stumbled onto one lot, and never any other, of high-alloy
steel--chrome-nickel-vanadium-molybdenum-tungsten steel--Mortensen's
super-steel, to be specific--which wasn't rediscovered for thousands of
years?"_
_"Why, it was revealed to him by his personal god Llosir--don't you
remember?" Furmin snickered._
_"Poppycock!"_
_"To us, yes; but not to them. Hence, no detail, and you know why we
can't go back and check."_
_"Of course. We simply don't know enough about time ... but I would so
like to study this Lord of the Marches at first hand! Nowhere else in
all reachable time does any other one entity occupy such a uniquely key
position!"_
_"So would I, chief. If we knew just a_ little _more I'd say go. In the
meantime, let's run that tri-di again, to see if we've overlooked any
little thing!"_
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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