Arthur C Clarke - City And The Stars Page 18

  The ship was now only a dark stain against the sky, and of a sudden jeserac lost it altogether. He never saw its going, but presently there echoed down from the heavens the most awe-inspiring of all the sounds that man has ever madethe long-drawn thunder of air falling, mile after mile, into a tunnel of vacuum drilled suddenly across the sky. Even when the last echoes had died away into the desert, jeserac never moved. He was thinking of the boy who had gone-for to jeserac, alvin would always be a child, the only one to come into diaspar since the cycle of birth and death had been broken, so long ago. Alvin would never grow up; to him the whole universe was a plaything, a puzzle to be unraveled for his own amusement. In his play he had now found the ultimate, deadly toy which might wreck what was left of human civilization-but whatever the outcome, to him it would still be a game. The sun was now low on the horizon, and a chill wind was blowing from the desert. But jeserac still waited, conquering his fears; and presently for the first tune in his life he saw the stars.

  Eighteen

  Even in diaspar, alvin had seldom seen such luxury as that which lay before him when the inner door of the air lock slid aside. Whatever else he had been, at least the master was no ascetic. Not until some time later did it occur to alvin that all this comfort might be no vain extravagance; this little world must have been the master's only home on many long jour­neys among the stars. There were no visible controls of any kind, but the large oval screen which completely covered the far wall showed that his was no ordinary room. Ranged in a half circle before it were three low couches; the rest of the cabin was occupied by two small tables and a number of padded chairs-some of them obviously not designed for human occupants. When he had made himself comfortable in front of the screen, alvin looked around for the robot. To his surprise, it had disappeared; then he located it neatly stowed away in a recess beneath the curved ceiling. It had brought the master across space to earth and then, as his servant, followed him into lys. Now it was ready, as if the intervening aeons had never been, to carry out its old duties once again. Alvin threw it an experimental command, and the great screen shivered into life. Before him was the tower of lo­ranne, curiously foreshortened and apparently lying on its side. Further trials gave him views of the sky, of the city, and of great expanses of desert. The definition was brilliantly, almost unnaturally, clear, although there seemed to be no actual magnification. Alvin experimented for a little while until he could obtain any view he wished; then he was ready to start. "Take me to lys." the command was a simple one, but how could the ship obey it when he himself had no idea of the direction? Alvin had not considered this, and when it did occur to him the machine was already moving across the desert at a tremendous speed. He shrugged his shoulders, ac­cepting thankfully the fact that he now had servants wiser than himself. It was difficult to judge the scale of the picture racing up the screen, but many miles must be passing every minute. Not far from the city the color of the ground had changed abrupt­ly to a dull gray, and alvin knew that he was passing over the bed of one of the lost oceans. Once diaspar must have been very near the sea, though there had never been any hint of this even in the most ancient records. Old though the city was, the oceans must have passed away long before its founding. Hundreds of miles later, the ground rose sharply and the desert returned. Once alvin halted his ship above a curious pattern of intersecting lines, showing faintly through the blanket of sand. For a moment it puzzled him; then he re­alized that he was looking down upon the ruins of some for­gotten city. He did not stay for long; it was heartbreaking to think that billions of men had left no other trace of their ex­istence save these furrows in the sand. The smooth curve of the horizon was breaking up at last, crinkling into mountains that were beneath him almost as soon as they were glimpsed. The machine was slowing now, slowing and falling to earth in a great arc a hundred miles in length. And then below him was lys, its forests and endless rivers forming a scene of such incomparable beauty that for a while he could go no further. To the east, the land was shad­owed and the great lakes floated upon it like pools of darker night. But toward the sunset, the waters danced and sparkled with light, throwing back toward him such colors as he had never imagined. It was not difficult to locate airlee-which was fortunate, for the robot could guide him no further. Alvin had expected this, and felt a little glad to have discovered some limits to its powers. It was unlikely that it would ever have heard of airlee, so the position of the village would never have been stored in its memory cells. After a little experimenting, alvin brought his ship to rest on the hillside that had given him his first glimpse of lys. It was quite easy to control the machine; he had only to in­dicate his general desires and the robot attended to the details. It would, he imagined, ignore dangerous or impossible orders, though he had no intention of giving any if he could avoid it. Alvin was fairly certain that no one could have seen his arrival. He thought this rather important, for he had no desire to engage in mental combat with seranis again. His plans were still somewhat vague, but he was running no risks until he had established friendly relations. The robot could act as his ambassador, while he remained safely in the ship. He met no one on the road to airlee. It was strange to sit in the spaceship while his field of vision moved effortlessly along the familiar path, and the whispering of the forest sounded in his ears. As yet he was unable to identify himself fully with the robot, and the strain of controlling it was still considerable. It was nearly dark when he reached airlee, and the little houses were floating in pools of light. Alvin kept to the shadows and had almost reached seranis's home before he was discovered. Suddenly there was an angry, high-pitched buzz­ing and his view was blocked by a flurry of wings. He recoiled involuntarily before the onslaught; then he realized what had happened. Krif was once again expressing his resentment of anything that flew without wings. Not wishing to hurt the beautiful but stupid creature, alvin brought the robot to a halt and endured as best he could the blows that seemed to be raining upon him. Though he was sitting in comfort a mile away, he could not avoid flinching and was glad when hilvar came out to investigate at his master's approach krif departed, still buzzing bale­fully. In the silence that followed, hilvar stood looking at the robot for a while. Then he smiled. "Hello, alvin," he said. "I'm glad you've come back. Or are you still in diaspar?" not for the first time, alvin felt an envious admiration for the speed and precision of hilvar's mind. "No," he said, wondering as he did so how clearly the robot echoed his voice. "I'm in airlee, not very far away. But i'm staying here for the present." hilvar laughed. I think that's just as well. Seranis has forgiven you, but as for the assembly-well, that is another matter. There is a conference going on here at the moment-the first we have ever had in airlee.,, "do you mean," asked alvin, "that your councilors have actually come here? With your telepathic powers, i should have thought that meetings weren't necessary." "they are rare, but there are times when they are felt desirable. I don't know the exact nature of the crisis, but three senators are already here and the rest are expected soon." alvin could not help smiling at the way in which events in diaspar had been mirrored here. Wherever he went, he now seemed to be leaving a trail of consternation and alarm be,­hind him. I think it would be a good idea," he said, "if i could talk to this assembly of yours-as long as i can do so in safety." "it would be safe for you to come here yourself," said hilvar, "if the assembly promises not to try and take over your mind again. Otherwise, i should stay where you are. I'll lead your robot to the senators-they'll be rather upset to see it." alvin felt that keen but treacherous sense of enjoyment and exhilaration as he followed hilvar into the house. He was meeting the rulers of lys on more equal terms now; though he felt no rancor against them, it was very pleasant to know that he was now master of the situation, and in command of powers which even yet he had not fully turned to account. The door of the conference room was locked, and it was some time before hilvar could attract attention. The minds of the senators, it seemed, were so completely engaged that it was difficult to break into t
heir deliberations. Then the walls slid reluctantly aside, and alvin moved his robot swiftly forward into the chamber. The three senators froze in their seats as he floated toward them, but only the slightest flicker of surprise crossed se­ranis's face. Perhaps hilvar had already sent her a warning, or perhaps she had expected that, sooner or later, alvin would return. "Good evening," he said politely, as if this vicarious entry were the most natural thing in the world. "I've decided to come back." their surprise certainly exceeded his expectations. One of the senators, a young man with graying hair, was the first to recover. "How did you get here?" he gasped. The reason for his astonishment was obvious. Just as di­aspar had done, so lys must also have put the subway out of action. "Why, i came here just as i did last time," said alvin, unable to resist amusing himself at their expense. Two of the senators looked fixedly at the third, who spread his hands in a gesture of baffled resignation. Then the young man who had addressed him before spoke again. "Didn't you have any-difficulty?" he asked. "None at all," said alvin, determined to increase their confusion. He saw that he had succeeded. "I've come back," he continued, "under my own free will, and because i have some important news for you. However, in view of our previous disagreement i'm remaining out of sight for the moment. If i appear personally, will you promise not to try to restrict my movements again?" no one said anything for a while, and alvin wondered what thoughts were being silently interchanged. Then se­ranis spoke for them all. "We won't attempt to control you again-though i don't think we were very successful before." "very well," replied alvin. "1 Will come to airlee as quick­ly as i can." he waited until the robot had returned; then, very care­fully, he gave the machine its instructions and made it repeat them back to him. Seranis, he was quite sure, would not break her word; nevertheless he preferred to safeguard his line of retreat. The air lock closed silently behind him as he left the ship. A moment later there was a whispering "hiss..." Like a long-drawn gasp of surprise, as the air made way for the ris­ing ship. For an instant a dark shadow blotted out the stars; then the ship was gone. Not until it had vanished did alvin realize that he had made a slight but annoying miscalculation of the kind that could bring the best-laid plans to disaster. He had forgotten that the robot's senses were more acute than his own, and the night was far darker than he had expected. More than once he lost the path completely, and several times he barely avoided colliding with trees. It was almost pitch-black in the forest, and once something quite large came toward him through the undergrowth. There was the faintest crackling of twigs, and two emerald eyes were looking steadfastly at him from the level of his waist. He called softly, and an in­credibly long tongue rasped across his hand. A moment later a powerful body rubbed affectionately against him and de­parted without a sound. He had no idea what it could be. Presently the lights of the village were shining through the trees ahead, but he no longer needed their guidance for the path beneath his feet had now become a river of dim blue fire. The moss upon which he was walking was luminous, and his footprints left dark patches which slowly disappeared behind him. It was a beautiful and entrancing sight, and when alvin stooped to pluck some of the strange moss it glowed for minutes in his cupped hands before its radiance died. Hilvar met him for the second time outside the house, and for the second time introduced him to seranis and the senators. They greeted him with a kind of wary and reluctant respect; if they wondered where the robot had gone, they made no comment. "I'm very sorry," alvin began, "that i had to leave your country in such an undignified fashion. It may interest you to know that it was nearly as difficult to escape from diaspar." he let that remark sink in, then added quickly, "i have told my people all about lys, and i did my best to give a favorable impression. But diaspar will have nothing to do with you. In spite of all i could say, it wishes to avoid contamination with an inferior culture." it was most satisfying to watch the senators' reactions, and even the urbane seranis colored slightly at his words. If he could make lys and diaspar sufficiently annoyed with each other, thought alvin, his problem would be more than half solved. Each would be so anxious to prove the superiority if its own way of life that the barriers between them would soon go down. "Why have you come back to lys?" asked seranis. "Because i want to convince you, as well as diaspar, that you have made a mistake." he did not add his other reason -that in lys was the only friend of whom he could be certain and whose help he now needed. The senators were still silent, waiting for him to con­tinue, and he knew that looking through their eyes and listening through their ears were many other unseen intel­figences. He was the representative of diaspar, and the whole of lys was judging him by what he might say. It was a great responsibility, and he felt humbled before it. He marshaled his thoughts and then began to speak. His theme was diaspar. He painted the city as he had last seen it, dreaming on the breast of the desert, its towers glow­ing like captive rainbows against the sky. From the treasure house of memory he recalled the songs that the poets of old had written in praise of diaspar, and he spoke of the count­less men who had spent their lives to increase its beauty. No one, he told them, could ever exhaust the city's treasures, however long they lived; always there would be something new. For a while he described some of the wonders which the men of diaspar had wrought; he tried to make them catch a glimpse at least of the loveliness that the artists of the past had created for men's eternal admiration. And he wondered a little wistfully if it were indeed true that the music of diaspar was the last sound that earth had ever broadcast to the stars. They heard him to the end without interruption or ques­tioning. When he had finished it was very late, and alvin felt more tired than he could ever before remember. The strain and excitement of the long day had told on him at last, and quite suddenly he was asleep. When he awoke, he was in an unfamiliar room and it was some moments before he remembered that he was no longer in diaspar. As consciousness returned, so the light grew around him, until presently he was bathed in the soft, cool radiance of the morning sun, streaming through the now transparent walls. He lay in drowsy half-awareness, recalling the events of the previous day and wondering what forces he had now set in motion. With a soft, musical sound, one of the walls began to pleat itself up in a manner so complicated that it eluded the eye. Hilvar stepped through the opening that had been formed and looked at alvin with an expression half of amusement, half of serious concern. "Now that you're awake, alvin," he said "perhaps you'll at least tell me what your next move is, and how you man­ aged to return here. The senators are just leaving to look at the subway; they can't understand how you managed to come back through it. Did you?" alvin jumped out of bed and stretched himself mightily. "Perhaps we'd better overtake them," he said. "I don't want to make them waste their time. As for the question you asked me-in a little while i'll show you the answer to that." they had almost reached the lake before they overtook the three senators, and both parties exchanged slightly self­conscious greetings. The committee of investigation could see that alvin knew where it was going, and the unexpected encounter had clearly put it somewhat at a loss. "I'm afraid i misled you last night," said alvin cheerfully. "I didn't come to lys by the old route, so your attempt to close it was quite unnecessary. As a matter of fact, the council of diaspar also closed it at their end, with equal lack of success." the senators' faces were a study in perplexity as one solu­tion after another chased through their brains. "Then how did you get here?" said the leader. There was a sudden, dawning comprehension in his eyes, and alvin could tell that he had begun to guess the truth. He wondered if he had intercepted the command his mind had just sent winging across the mountains. But he said nothing, and merely pointed in silence to the northern sky. Too swiftly for the eye to follow, a needle of silver light arched across the mountains, leaving a mile-long trail of in­candescence. Twenty thousand feet above lys, it stopped. There was no deceleration, no slow braking of its colos­sal speed. It came to a halt instantly, so that the eye that had been following it moved on across a quarter of the heav­ens before the brain could arrest its m
otion. Down from the skies crashed a mighty petal of thunder, the sound of air battered and smashed by the violence of the ship's passage. A little later the ship itself, gleaming splendidly in the sun­light came to rest upon the hillside a hundred yards away. It was difficult to say who was the most surprised, but alvin was the first to recover. As they walked-very nearly running-toward the spaceship, he wondered if it normally traveled in this meteoric fashion. The thought was disconcert­ing, although there had been no sensation of movement on his voyage. Considerably more puzzling, however, was the fact that a day ago this resplendent creature had been hidden be­neath a thick layer of iron-hard rock-the coating it had still retained when it had torn itself loose from the desert. Not until alvin had reached the ship, and burned his fingers by incautiously resting them on the hull, did he understand what had happened. Near the stern there were still traces of earth, but it had been fused into lava. All the rest had been swept away, leaving uncovered the stubborn shell which neither time nor any natural force could ever touch. With hilvar by his side, alvin stood in the open door and looked back at the silent senators. He wondered what they were thinking-what, indeed, the whole of lys was thinking. From their expressions, it almost seemed as if they were be­yond thought. I am going to shalmirane' " said alvin, "and i will be back in airlee within an hour or so. But that is only a begin­ning, and while i am away, there is a thought i would leave with you. "This is no ordinary flyer of the kind in which men traveled over the earth. It is a spaceship, one of the fastest ever built. If you want to know where i found it, you will find the an­swer in diaspar. But you will have to go there, for diaspar will never come to you." he turned to hilvar, and gestured to the door. Hilvar hesi­tated for a moment only, looking back once at the familiar scenes around him. Then he stepped forward into the air lock. The senators watched until the ship, now moving quite slowly-for it had only a little way to go-had disappeared into the south. Then the gray-haired young man who led the group shrugged his shoulders philosophically and turned to one of his colleagues. "You've always opposed us for wanting change," he said, "and so far you have won. But i don't think the future lies with either of our groups now. Lys and diaspar have both come to the end of an era, and we must make the best of it." "i am afraid you are right," came the gloomy reply. "This is a crisis, and alvin knew what he was saying when he told us to go to diaspar. They know about us now, so there is no further purpose in concealment. I think we had better get in touch with our cousins-we may find them more anxious to cooperate now." "but the subway is closed at both endsl"