Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
Now the giant central world beneath was no longer visible, as we raced
upward and outward from it at terrific speed, and ahead loomed one
of the three giant suns that lay about that world. We were leaping
forward straight toward it, and in an instant it had broadened across
the heavens to a stupendous disk of raging crimson fire, a thunderous,
titanic sun into which we seemed inevitably doomed to plunge, but as it
flared across the firmament before us Korus Kan swerved the controls,
and we were flashing by it, past the red star's edge and on outward
through the dying universe. Traveling at a speed that was all but
suicidal to use inside any universe, thrumming on at all but our utmost
velocity, we reeled outward through the throngs of dead and dying stars
about us, while behind us at a speed that matched our own our ten
pursuers came relentlessly on, with the five hundred-odd ships that we
had seen rising from the serpent-city following us in turn.
Out--out--the minutes of that mad outward flight through the dying
universe are but a confused, strange memory of a wild, awful race
through the massed dead and dying stars that thronged thick about us,
and between which we drove with such terrific swiftness that hardly
could we glimpse them in passing save on our space-chart. On that
chart I saw a close-massed cluster of dark suns full before us, saw
the Antarian swing the ship lightning-like sidewise to avoid it, then
sharply drive the controls back again as before us a crimson-flaming
star about which turned countless worlds of the serpent-people
loomed before us. Out--out--flashing crazily on past crimson sun and
thundering dark-star, through the massed suns of great dead and dying
clusters and past far-swinging planets, with the ten long ships behind
clinging remorselessly to us--out--out--until far ahead there became
visible across all the heavens before us the wavering pale blue tight
of the great vibration-wall that encircled this universe.
Out between the last of the dying universe's dark and dying suns we
were racing, toward that mighty wall, and as we leapt forward I pointed
toward it. "The space-forts!" I exclaimed. "Make for the opening
between them, Korus Kan--and slacken speed a little!"
Straight toward the two great metal structures set in the pale
blue-shining wall we leapt, two huge fortresses of gleaming metal
from whose narrow openings came brilliant white light, whose mighty
death-beam tubes swung threateningly out toward the space between
them, the single vibrationless opening in the vast and impenetrable
vibration-wall. They had been warned, were ready for us, we knew, and
knew too that not even by a miracle could our ship run between those
towering forts without coming under the deadly beams, yet still toward
them we leapt, at a speed slackened a little, now, while after us like
leaping things of prey came the ten ships, rapidly overhauling us,
flashing closer each moment.
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