Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
When I awoke I sensed that hours had passed, though Jhul Din and our
followers lay still unconscious about me. Leaving them there, I strode
out of the room and into the great Council Hall, whose stupendous
circle lay empty now and bare, seeming immeasurably more vast in its
white-lit emptiness than when filled with the thousands of gaseous
Andromedans. I moved across it to the raised section at the center,
stepped upon the purple-glowing disk beneath the ascending shaft, and
then, thrust upward by the force of that disk, was moving smoothly
toward the round opening in that ceiling and on up the shaft until
I had burst out into the unceasing light of the belt of suns above,
stepping sidewise onto the ground as I did so. And now I saw that Korus
Kan, not a dozen feet away, had turned and was coming toward me.
"Their ships are gathering, Dur Nal!" he exclaimed, eyes alight.
"You've slept for nearly a day, there below, and their ships have been
coming in those hours from every sun and world in their universe!"
I swept my gaze about, a certain awe filling me as I saw now the
tremendous forces that had gathered and were gathering here on the
surface of this giant central world. A tremendous circular area of
miles in diameter around us, around the shafts that led down to the
hall of the council, had been cleared of all else and was now a single
vast gathering-point for the thousands of ships that were massing
here. Even while we gazed, the air above was being darkened by the
swarms of those ships that shot ceaselessly downward, landing in this
great circular area, drawing up in regular rows and masses. In tens of
thousands they were grouped about us, a tremendous plain of gleaming
metal ships that stretched as far as the eye could reach.
At the center of this vast plain of ships, though, there lay a round
clearing, in which we ourselves stood, a clearing in which there rested
only a hundred other ships, different far from the thousands around
them, a hundred domed, gleaming craft like giant hemispheres of metal.
Not a thousand feet from us lay these great, strange craft, their
space-doors open and their Andromedan crews busy among the masses of
strange mechanisms inside, and I recognized them instantly as the great
craft I had seen in the thought-pictures in the Council Hall below, the
mighty ships whose projected sheaths and walls of dark-purple force
could move giant suns at will.
"The sun-swinging ships!" I exclaimed, and Korus Kan nodded, his eyes
upon them also.
"Yes," he said, "they'll be the most powerful weapons of the whole
great fleet--with them we can crash the suns and worlds of the
serpent-universe together at will."
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