Great voids of distance, always shrinking. Then at last, the
gray glowing molecules. Whirling and tumbling. A few at first,
very far away. Then many, very close. Then great clouds of them,
rolling and swirling. Dark. But sometimes shimmering. And always
shrinking--congealing into solidity.
The transitions from one condition to another--from celestial space
to solid, rocky abyss--were never apparent, and impossible of close
description. I was watching eagerly for solidity. I did not see it
come--I saw only that at last it was there--out there in the void.
A vague, distant rocky wall. It dropped downward, as though we were
mounting. Barren cliffs gigantic, but dwindling. Closing in upon us.
Activity became apparent throughout the ship as we neared the voyage
end. Dianne, after a few hours, had been given into the charge of
several giant women. She had been taken away to another cabin. A wild
thought came to me that I should cling to her robe. But the thing had
come suddenly, unexpectedly. I was across the cabin. I could not reach
her; the chances of discovery would have been too great. I lay in a
recess niche of the bottom of the wall, and watched her go.
Later I found upon the floor some crumbs of food which she had dropped
for me. They were, to my size, great chunks of a baked dough, like
bread. I ate part of them. My hunger was appeased, but I suffered from
thirst.
Togaro used this cabin now for consultation with some of his men. I
lay, carefully hidden. The room was brighter than before, and the guard
was constantly alert. Togaro sat at a table with a few of his men
around him.
They talked in their native language; I could not understand a word of
it. He seemed to be planning his campaign. He had lived in our world
for a year. He doubtless knew a good deal about it. He spread upon the
table now what seemed to be maps.
The ship landed in the depths of a stunted forest. Dark, shadowed
verdure, with a dim effulgence of light upon far distant mountain
ranges. The disembarkation took an hour or more. I could hear the
people marching out of the ship, clustering in the forest, setting up
their first encampment with the giants helping them. There seemed no
need for secrecy. Fires began springing up. Portable houses of animal
skins, like tents, were erected. Meals were prepared. A myriad duties
necessary to the welfare of forty thousand people were under way.
I climbed through the wire-woven side hull of the ship, and reached
the ground safely. I stood beside a tree. The giant ship had mangled a
great spread of the forest. I found that I had got out none too soon.
The ship began shrinking. Its crew was taking it into a smaller size,
to hide it--or abandon it somewhere--and then themselves return to
rejoin the encampment. It dwindled, and presently was gone. The mashed
forest trees lay like broken jackstraws where it had been.
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