E.E. 'Doc' Smith SF Gateway Omnibus: The Skylark of Space, Skylark Three, Skylark of Valeron, Skylark DuQuesne (94 page)

‘Your statement becomes more probable year by year,’ the Llanzlan admitted. ‘Kalton, have you anything more to say?’

‘Very little. Only that, since Project University has admittedly failed, we should of course adopt—’

Kalton was silenced in mid-sentence by a terrific explosion, which was followed by a rumbling crash as half of one wall of the hall collapsed inward.

A volume of Jelman air rushed in, enveloping a purposeful company of Jelmi in yellow coveralls and wearing gasmasks. Some of these invaders were shooting pistols; some were using or throwing knives; but all were covering and protecting eight Jelmi who were launching bombs at one great installation of sixth-order gear – the computer complex that was the very nerve center of the entire Realm.

For the Jelmi – who, as has been said, were human to the last decimal of classification – had been working on fifth- and sixth-order devices purely as a blind; their real effort had been on first-order effects so old that their use had been all but forgotten.

The Jelman plan was simple: Thirty men and thirty women would destroy the central complex of the computer system of the entire Realm. Then, if possible, the survivors of the sixty would join their fellows in taking over an already-selected Llurdan scout cruiser and taking off at max.

It was quite probable that many or even most of the attacking sixty would die. It was distinctly possible that they all would. All sixty, however, were perfectly willing to trade their lives for that particular bank of sixth-order apparatus, in order that seven hundred forty other Jelmi could escape from Llurdiax and, before control could be re-established, be beyond their masters’ reach.

Theoretically, the first phase of the operation should have been successful; the Realm’s nerve center should have been blown to unrecognizable bits. The Jelmi knew exactly what they were going to do, exactly how they were going to do it, and exactly how long it would take. They knew that they would have the advantage of complete surprise. There would be, they were sure, half a second or so of the paralysis of shock, followed by at least one second of utter confusion; which would give them plenty of time.

They were sure it would be as though, during a full-formal session of the Supreme Court, a gang of hoodlums should blast down a wall and come leaping into the courtroom with Tommy-guns ablaze and with long knives flying and stabbing and slashing. Grave, stately, and thoughtful, the justices could not possibly react fast enough to save their lives or their records or whatever else it was that the gangsters were after.

The Jelmi, however, had never seen any Llurd in emergency
action; did not know or suspect how nearly instantaneous the Llurdan speed of reaction was; did not realize that a perfectly logical mind can not be surprised by any happening, however unusual or however outrageous.

Thus:

Yelling, shooting, throwing, stabbing, slashing, the men and women of the Jelmi rushed into battle; to be met – with no paralysis and no confusion and no loss of time whatever – by buffeting wings, flailing tails, tearing teeth, and hard, highly skilled hands and fists and feet.

Many machine operators, as agile in the air as bats, met the bombs in midair and hurled them out into and along the corridor through the already-breached wall, where they exploded harmlessly. Harmlessly, that is, except for a considerable increase in the relatively unimportant structural damage already wrought.

Two knives were buried to their hilts in the huge flying muscles of the Llanzlan’s chest. His left wing hung useless, its bones shattered by bullets. So did his right arm. Nevertheless, he made it at speed to his console – and the battle was over.

Beams of force lashed out, immobilizing the human beings where they stood. Curtains of force closed in, pressing the Jelmi together into a tightly packed group. An impermeable membrane of force confined all the Jelman air and whatever Llurdan atmosphere had been mixed with it.

The Llanzlan, after glancing at his own wounds and at the corps of surgeons already ministering to his more seriously wounded fellows, resumed his place at the conference table.

He said, ‘This meeting will resume. The places of those department heads who died will be taken by their first assistants. All department heads are hereby directed to listen, to note, and to act. Since Project University has failed, it is to be closed out immediately. All Jelmi – I perceive that none of those present is dead, or even seriously wounded – will be put aboard the ship in which they intended to leave Llurdiax. They will be given all the supplies, apparatus, and equipment that they care to requisition and will be allowed to take off for any destination they please.’

He glanced at the captured Jelmi, imprisoned in their force-bubble of atmosphere. To them it reeked of methane and halogens, but they stood proudly and coldly listening to what he said.

He dismissed them from his mind and said, ‘A recess will now be taken so that those of us who are wounded may have our wounds dressed. After that we will consider in detail means of inducing the Jelmi to resume the production of breakthroughs in science.’

Some hours later, far out in deep space, the
ex-Llurdan scout cruiser – now named the
Mallidax,
after the most populous Jelman planet of the Realm – bored savagely through the ether. Its crew of late revolutionaries, still dazed by the fact that they were still alive, recuperated in their various ways.

In one of the larger, more luxurious cabins Luloy of Mallidax lay prone on a three-quarter-size-bed, sobbing convulsively, uncontrollably. Her left eye was swollen shut. The left side of her face and most of her naked body bore livid black and blue bruises – bruises so brutally severe that the marks of Kalton’s sense-whip punishment, incurred earlier for insubordination, were almost invisible. A dozen bandages showed white against the bronzed skin of her neck and shoulders and torso and arms and legs.

‘Oh, snap out of it, Lu,
please!’
Mergon ordered, almost brusquely. He was a burly youth with crew-cut straw-colored hair; and he, too, showed plenty of evidence of having been to the wars. He had even more bruises and bandages than she did. ‘Don’t claim that you wanted to be a martyr any more than I did. And they can engrave it on a platinum plaque that I’m damned glad to get out of that fracas alive.’

Stopping her crying by main strength, the girl hauled herself up into a half-sitting position and glared at the man out of her one good eye.

‘You … you clod!’ she stormed. ‘It isn’t that at all! And you know it as well as I do. It’s just that we … they … he … not a single
one
of them so much as … why, we might just as well have been merely that many mosquitoes – midges – worse, exactly that many perfectly innocuous saprophytic bacilli.’

‘Exactly,’ he agreed, sourly, and her glare changed to a look almost of surprise. ‘That’s precisely what we were. It’s humiliating, yes. It’s devastating and it’s frustrating. We tried to hit the Llurdi where it hurt, and they ignored us. Agreed. I don’t like it a bit better than you do; but caterwauling and being sorry for yourself isn’t going to help matters a—’

‘
Caterwauling!
Being
sorry
for myself! If
that’s
what you think, you can—’

‘Stop it, Lu!’ he broke in sharply, ‘before I have to spank your fanny to a rosy blister!’

She threw up her head in defiance; then what was almost a smile began to quirk at the corners of her battered mouth. ‘You can’t, Merg,’ she said, much more quietly than she had said anything so far. ‘Look – it’s all red, green, blue, yellow, and black already. That last panel I bounced off of was no pillow, friend.’

‘Llenderllon’s favor, sweetheart!’ Bending over, he kissed her gingerly, then
drew a deep breath of relief. ‘You scared me like I don’t know when I’ve been scared before,’ he admitted. ‘We need you too much – and I love you too much – to have you go off the deep end now. Especially now, when for the first time in our lives we’re in position to do something.’

‘Such as what?’ Luloy’s tone was more lifeless than skeptical. ‘How many of our whole race are worth saving, do you think? How many Jelmi of all our worlds can be made to believe that their present way of life is anything short of perfection?’

‘Very few, probably,’ Mergon conceded. ‘As of now. But –’

He paused, looking around their surroundings. The spaceship, which had once been one of the Llurdi’s best, might have a few surprises for them. It was a matter for debate whether the Llurdi might not have put concealed spy devices in the rooms. On balance, however, Mergon thought not. The Llurdi operated on grander scales than that.

He said, ‘Luloy, listen. We tried to fight our way to freedom by attacking the Llurdi right where it hurts, in the center of their power. We lost the battle. But we have what we were fighting for, don’t we? Why do you think they let us go, perfectly free?’

Luloy’s eye brightened a little, but not too much. ‘That’s plain enough. Since they couldn’t make us produce either new theories or children in captivity, they’re giving us what they
say
is complete freedom, so that we’ll produce both. How stupid do they think we are? How stupid can they get? If we could have wrecked their long eyes, yes, we could have got away clean to a planet in some other galaxy, way out of their range; but now? If I know anything at all, it’s that they’ll hold a tracer beam – so weak as to be practically undetectable, of course – on us forever.’

‘I think you’re right,’ Mergon said, and paused. Luloy looked at him questioningly and he went on, ‘I’m sure you are, but I don’t think it’s us they are aiming at. They’re probably taking the long view – betting that, with a life-long illusion of freedom, we’ll have children of our own free will.’

Luloy nodded thoughtfully. ‘And we would,’ she said, definitely. ‘All of us would. For, after all, if we on this ship all die childless what chance is there that any other Jelmi will try it again for thousands of years? And our children would have a chance, even if we never have another.’

‘True. But on the other hand, how many generations will it take for things now known to be facts to degenerate into myths? To be discredited completely, in spite of the solidest records we can make as to the truth and the danger?’

Luloy started to gnaw her lip, but winced sharply and stopped the motion. ‘I see what you mean. Inevitable. But you don’t seem very downcast about it, so you have an idea. Tell me, quick!’

‘Yes, but I’m just hatching it; I haven’t mentioned it even to Tammon yet,
so I don’t know whether it will work or not. At present a sixth-order breakthrough can’t be hidden from even a very loose surveillance. Right?’

By now Luloy’s aches and pains were forgotten. Eyes bright, she nodded. ‘You’re so right. Do
you
think one can be? Possibly? How?’

‘By finding a solar system somewhere whose inhabitants know so much more than we do that the emanations of their sixth-order installations continuously or regularly at work will mask those of any full-scale tests we want to make. There
must
be some such race, somewhere in this universe. The Llurdi charted this universe long ago – they call it U-Prime – and I requisitioned copies of all the tapes. Second: the Llurdi are all strictly logical. Right?’

‘That’s right,’ the girl agreed. ‘Strictly. Insanely, almost, you might say.’

‘So my idea is to do something as illogical as possible. They think we’ll head for a new planet of our own; either in this galaxy or one not too far away. So we won’t. We’ll drive at absolute max for the center of the universe, with the most sensitive feelers we have full out for very strong sixth-order emanations. En route, we’ll use every iota of brain-power aboard this heap in developing some new band of the sixth, being mighty careful to use so little power that the ship’s emanations will mask it. Having found the hiding-place we want, we’ll tear into developing and building something, not only that the Llurdi haven’t got, but a thing that by use of which we can burst Llanzlan Klazmon the Fifteenth loose from his wings and tail – and through which he can’t fight back. So, being absolutely – stupidly – logical about everything, what would His Supreme Omnipotence do about it?’

Luloy thought in silence for a few seconds, then tried unsuccessfully to whistle through battered, swollen lips. ‘Oh, boy!’ she exclaimed, delightedly. ‘Slug him with a thing like that – demonstrate superiority – and the battle is over. He’ll concede us everything we want, full equality, independence, you name it, without a fight – without even an argument!’

Grinning, Mergon caught her arm and led her out of the room. Throughout the great hulk of the Llurd spaceship the other battered Jelmi veterans were beginning to stir. To each of them, Mergon explained his plan and from each came the same response. ‘Oh, boy!’

They began at once setting up their work plans.

The first project was to find – somewhere! – a planet generating sufficient sixth-order forces to screen what they were going to do. In the great vastnesses of the Over-Universe there were many such planets. They could have chosen that which was inhabited by Norlaminian or Dasorian peoples. They could have chosen one of a score which were comparatively nearby. They, in fact, ultimately chose and set course for the third planet of a comparatively small G-type star known to its people as Tellus, or Earth.

They could have given many reasons why this particular
planet had been selected.

None of these reasons would have included the receipt of the brief pulse of telepathic communication which none of them, any longer, consciously remembered.

And back on Llurdiax the Llanzlan followed the progress of the fleeing ship of Jelm rebels with calm perception.

His great bat wings were already mending, even as the scars of the late assault on his headquarters were already nearly repaired by a host of servo-mechanisms. Deaf to the noise and commotion of the repairs, heedless of the healing wounds which any human would have devoted a month in bed to curing, the Llanzlan once again summoned his department heads and issued his pronouncement: