Brood of the Dark Moon
Smothered at times in a dense tangle of vegetation, where they sweated
and worked with aching muscles to tear a path; watching always for the
flaming, crimson buds on grotesque trees, whose limbs were waving,
undulating arms and from which came tendrils like the one that had
nearly ended Diane's life, they fought their way on.
They had seen the buds on that earlier trip; had seen the revolting
beauty of them--the fleshy lips that opened above a pool of death into
which those reaching arms would drop any living thing they touched. They
kept well out of reach when a splash of crimson against the white trees
flashed in warning.
Again they would traverse an open space, where outcropping rocks would
send Kreiss into transports of delight over their rich mineral contents.
But always their leader's eyes were turned toward a range of hills.
"It is beyond there," he assured them, "if only we can reach it."
Harkness pointed to a scar on a mountainside where a crystal outcrop in
a sheer face of rock sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight. "I remember
that--it isn't so very far--and we can look back down the valley from
there and see our ship."
"But we'll never make it to-night," said Chet; "it's a case of making
camp again."
They had gained an altitude of perhaps a thousand feet. No longer did
the jungle press so hard upon them. Even the single file that had been
their manner of marching could be abandoned, and Harkness drew Diane to
his side that he might lend her some of his own strength.
Again the soft contours of the rolling ground had been disturbed: a
landslide in some other century had sent a torrent of boulders from the
high slopes above. Harkness threaded his way among great masses of
granite to come at last to an opening where massive monoliths formed a
gateway.
* * * * *
It was an entrance to another valley. They did not need to enter, for
they could skirt it and continue toward the high pass in the hills. But
the gateway seemed inviting. Harkness took Diane's hand to help her
toward it; the others followed.
The fast sinking sun had buried itself behind a distant range, and long
shadows swept swiftly across the world, as if the oncoming night were
alive--as if it were rousing from the somnolence of its daytime sleep
and reaching out with black and clutching hands toward a fearful,
waiting world.
"No twilight here," Chet observed; "let's find a hide-out--a cave, by
choice--where we can guard the entrance and--"
A gasp from Diane checked him. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "It is not real!
_C'est impossible!_"
Chet had been busied with the matter of a secure footing; he looked up
now and took a step forward where Harkness and Diane stood motionless in
a gateway of stone. And he, too, stopped as if stunned by the weird
beauty of the scene.
A valley. Its length reached out before them to end some half mile away.
Sides that might once have sloped evenly seemed weathered to a series of
great steps, and an alternation of striations in black and white made a
banding that encircled the entire oval. Each step was dead-black stone,
each riser was snow-white marble; and the steps mounted up and up until
they resembled the sides of a great bowl. In the center, like an altar
for the worship of some wild, gargantuan god, was a stepped pyramid of
the same startling black and white. Banded like the walls, it rose to
half their height to finish in a capstone cut square and true.
An altar, perhaps; an arena, beyond a doubt, or so it seemed to Chet. He
was first to put the impression in words.
"A stadium!" he marvelled; "an arena for the games of the gods!"
"The gods," Diane breathed softly, "of a wild, lost world--" But Chet
held to another thought.
"Who--who built it?" he asked. "It's tremendous! There is nothing like
it on Earth!"
* * * * *
Only Kreiss seemed oblivious to the weird beauty of the spectacle. To
Professor Kreiss dolomite and black flint rock were dolomite and black
flint; interesting specimens--a peculiar arrangement--but nature must be
permitted her little vagaries.
"Who built it?" He repeated Chet's question and gave a short laugh
before answering in words. "The rains, Herr Bullard, and the winds of
ages past. Yes, yes! A most remarkable example of erosion--most
remarkable! I must return this way some time and give it my serious
attention."
Harkness had not spoken; he was shaking his head doubtfully at Kreiss'
words. "I am inclined to agree with Chet," he said slowly. "But who
could have built a gigantic work like this? Have there been former
civilisations here?"
He straightened up and shook himself free from the effects of the wild,
barbaric scene.
"And you needn't come back," he told Kreiss; "you can have a look now,
to-night, by moonlight. We can't go on. I think we'll be safest on that
big altar rock; nothing will get near us without our knowing."
Chet felt Diane Delacouer's hand on his arm; her other hand was gripping
at Harkness. The shiver that passed through her was plainly perceptible.
"I'm afraid," she confessed in a half-whisper; "there's something about
it: I do not like it. There is evil there--danger. We should not enter."
Walt Harkness gently patted the hand that trembled on his arm. "I don't
wonder that you are all shot to pieces," he assured her. "After last
night, you've a right to be. But I really believe this is the safest
spot we can find."
* * * * *
He stepped forward beyond the great stones that were like a gateway from
one wildly impossible world to another. A rock slide, it seemed, had
smoothed off the great steps from where they stood, for there was a
descending slope that gave easy footing. He took one step, and then
another, to show the girl how foolish were her fears; then he started
back. In the fading light something had flashed from the jungle they had
left. Across the rocky expanse it came, to bury itself in the loose soil
and rubble, not two paces in advance of the startled man. An arrow!--and
it stood quivering in silent warning on the path ahead.
Chet quietly unslung his bow where he had looped it over one shoulder,
but Harkness motioned him back. The pistol was in his hand, but after a
moment's hesitation he returned that to his belt. His voice was low and
tense.
"Listen," he said: "we're no match for them with our bows. They are
hidden; they could pick us off as we came. And I can't waste a single
detonite shell on them while they keep out of sight. We can't go back;
we must go ahead. We will all make a break for it and run as fast as we
can toward the big altar--the pyramid. From there we can stand them off
for a while. And we will go now and take them by surprise."
He seized Diane firmly by one arm and steadied her as they dashed down
the slope. Chet and the professor were close behind. Each spine must
have tingled in anticipation of a shower of arrows. Chet threw one hasty
look toward the rear; the air was clear; no slender shafts pursued them.
But from the cover of the jungle growth came a peculiar sound, almost
like a human in distress--a call like a moaning cry.
* * * * *
They slackened their breath-taking pace and approached the great pyramid
more slowly. As they drew near, the great steps took on their real size;
each block was taller even than Chet, and he had to reach above his head
to touch the edge of the stone.
They walked quickly about; found a place where the great blocks were
broken down, where the slope was littered with debris from the
disintegrating stone that had sifted down from above. They could climb
here; it was almost like a crudely formed set of more normally sized
steps. They made their way upward while Chet counted the courses of
stone. Six, then eight--ten--and here Harkness called a halt.
"This--will do," he gasped between labored breaths. "Safe enough here.
Chet, you and Kreiss--spread out--watch from all--sides."
The pilot was not as badly winded as Harkness who bad been helping
Diane. "Stay here," he told Harkness; "you too, Kreiss; make yourselves
comfortable. I will go on up to the top. The moon--or the Earth,
rather--will be up pretty soon; I can keep watch in all directions from
up there. We've got to get some sleep; can't let whoever it is that is
trailing us rob us of our rest or we'll soon be no good. I'll call you
after a while."
* * * * *
The great capstone projected beyond the blocks that supported it; that
much had been apparent from the ground. But Chet was amazed at the size
of the monolith when he stood at last on the broad step over which this
capstone projected like a roof.
The shadows were deep beneath, and Chet, knowing that he could never
draw himself to the top of the great slab whose under side he could
barely touch, knew also that he must watch from all sides. The shadowed
floor beneath the big stone made a shelter from any watchful eyes out
there in the night; here would be his beat as sentry. He walked slowly
to the side of the pyramid, then around toward the front.
It was the front to Chet because it faced the entrance, the rocky
gateway, where they had come in. He did not expect to find that side in
any way differing from the first. Each side was twenty paces in length;
Chet measured them carefully, astounded still at the size of the
structure.
"Carved by the winds and rains," he said, repeating the opinion of
Professor Kreiss. "Now, I wonder.... It seems too regular, too much as
if--" He paused in his thoughts as he reached the corner; waited to
stare watchfully out into the night; turned the corner, and, still in
shadow, moved on. "Too much as if nature had had some help!"
His meditation ended as abruptly as did his steady pacing: he was
checked in midstride, one foot outstretched, while he struggled for
balance and fought to keep from taking that forward step.
In the shelter of the capstone was a darker shadow; there was a
blackness there that could mean only the opening of a cave--a cavern,
whose regular outlines and square-cut portal dismissed for all time the
thought of a natural opening in the rock. But it was not this alone that
had brought the man up short in his stealthy stride: it had jolted him
as if he had walked head on into the great monolith itself. It was not
this but a flat platform before the cave, a raised stone surface some
two feet above the floor. And on it, pale and unreal in the first light
of the rising Earth was a naked, human form--a face that grimaced with
distorted features.
* * * * *
Chet had known the ape-men on that earlier visit: he knew that while
most of them were heavily covered with hair there were some who were
almost human in their hairlessness. The body before him was one of
these.
It lay limply across the stone platform, the listless head hanging
downward over one edge. It had high cheekbones, a retreating forehead,
glassy, staring eyes, and grinning teeth that projected from between
loose lips. And the evening wind stirred the black, stringy hair while
it touched lightly upon the ends of a short length of vine about the
ape-man's neck, where only the ends could be seen, for the rest of the
pliant vine was sunk deeply into the flesh of the neck. It had been the
instrument of death; the ape-man had been strangled.
Chet tore his fascinated eyes from the revolting features of that purple
face; he forced himself to look beyond at what else might be on this
sacrificial stone. And, as he saw the assortment of fruit that was there
on a green mat of leaves, the surprise was even greater than would have
followed a repetition of the first discovery.