Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
It was a scene of countless ships, gleaming flat Andromedan ships,
gathering from all the suns and worlds of their universe, upon the
giant central world where we were now, tens of thousands of great ships
that rose from that world, slanting up and outward. Among them were
a hundred ships quite different from the rest, great hemispheres of
gleaming metal that rose as smoothly and swiftly as the rest, domed
side uppermost; and as though in explanation there flashed in the globe
a swift picture of those same hundred domed craft hanging above great
suns in the Andromeda universe, projecting down beside and around
them great walls and sheaths of the dark-purple glowing force that
neutralized gravity, so that those suns, screened from the pull of
the suns on their right by a great wall of that glowing purple force,
would move away to the left in answer to the pull of the suns there,
or vice versa. These, I realized swiftly, were the great sun-swinging
ships by means of which the Andromedans had placed their suns in
ordered circles, and now in the globe with all the tens of thousands
of ordinary flat Andromedan ships they were flashing out into space.
Then came a brief scene of the whole vast Andromedan fleet flashing
down out of space upon the dying universe, bursting through the
opening in the great blue-force wall around it and attacking all the
serpent-creatures' suns and worlds!
The next instant the globe had gone dark again, but I knew now what
the decision of the council was, and I whirled around to my friends
with excitement flaming up in me. "They're going to help us!" I cried.
"They're going to mass all their great fleet and with it and their
sun-swinging ships sail to attack the serpent-universe!"
I can not remember now the moments that followed that momentous
decision, so overwhelming to us then was the consciousness that we had
succeeded in our mission, had dared the awful void and the perils of
three universes and had procured the help that might save our galaxy.
I remember being led by our Andromedan guides into and through other
rooms off the great hall; of the thousands of gaseous figures of the
council crowding up the shaft toward the surface above, to speed to
every quarter of their universe and summon all their fighting-ships; of
Jhul Din noisy with exultation and Korus Kan quiet as ever, but with
gleaming eyes. Then all about me seemed dissolving and darkening as
the utter fatigue of our strenuous last hours overcame me, a fatigue
through which only my knowledge of our mission's importance had so far
borne me, and beneath which now I sank into dreamless sleep.
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