Adventure stories; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction
On we sped, into the darkness, showing no lights and progressing
entirely by compass. Midnight came and passed, while we raced north
over the limitless ice-fields, and it began to seem that the Kanlars
had no stomach for fighting, now that we had come to attack them. I
relieved Lantin at the controls of our car, an hour after midnight, and
while he caught a little sleep on the car's floor, we soared smoothly
on.
The soundless, mighty fleet of air-boats moving steadily along behind
me, the monotonous, endless ice below, and the hour after hour that
passed without any attack materializing, all of these smoothed down
the fears in my mind and lulled me into a temporary lassitude. Half
drowsing at the controls of the car, I kept beside the air-boat of
Kethra, speeding on into the thick darkness. A glance at a dial told
me that we were within a hundred miles of the ice-field's end, and the
thought pulled me up somehow from the sudden weariness that had gripped
me. Then, a half-mile ahead of me, there was a blinding glare of azure
light, a crash that came loudly to my ears even from that distance, and
then silence.
Through the mighty fleet behind me pulsed a sudden murmuring sound, a
whisper of excitement, of expectancy. Lantin, aroused by the crash,
jumped up and was at my side.
"One of the scouts," I cried to him; "the Kanlars are attacking them,
and one was destroyed."
Even as I spoke, two more blue flashes jetted out of the darkness
ahead, and two air-boats that were racing back to us went down in
flames. And then, rushing toward us out of the darkness, came the
Kanlar fleet.
In the very van of our own fleet, I had a twisted, misty vision
of myriad dark shapes that rushed toward us; then, instinctively,
I slanted our time-car up and sped up above the battle. We were
weaponless, for the sound-rays could not have been used through the
walls of our closed car, and so to remain in the very center of the
conflict was to invite purposeless destruction.
For a moment, the world was filled with crashing sounds, as the two
oncoming fleets met, their air-boats crashing here and there into
air-boats of the opposing fleet. Then the battle resolved itself with
sudden decision into myriad individual combats.
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