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Chapter
32
Featherstone swore in
frustration. This was not the
way it was supposed to end. He
should have completed his mission by now.
Instead he was lost.
Irretrievably lost. For
two days he had been wandering mindlessly through the
forest. What a hell of a world
to be in! Eternal
day. No
night. No sun, no stars, no
moon. How was he supposed to
tell what direction he was going when everything looked the
same?
He was getting low on
food. He had hoped to shoot some
game, but the animals were too elusive for
him. There were lots of parrots
and monkeys close by. As a matter
of fact they kept up a constant barrage of noise whenever he was
around. But he was not yet ready
to eat one of them. He would
be in a few days though.
He had tried retracing his steps, but had made
a wrong turn somewhere. Instead
of going back to a point he recognized he had blundered deeper into the
forest. Now he was stumbling
through a stand of very strange looking
trees.
Tentacles, he
thought. Their branches looked
just like tentacles. He
shivered. There was something
very disturbing about their appearance.
Perhaps he should go back the
way he had come. He stepped back
and ran into something rubbery. He
turned his head and saw that it was one of the tentacle-like branches of
one of the strange trees. It
seemed to have reached out into the path.
Featherstone stepped away from the
branch. He saw now that it had
indeed moved across the path. Even
as he watched other branches joined the first, creating an impenetrable
barrier. What the hell!
he exclaimed.
Another branch touched his
back. He jumped away from it,
but now branches from other trees were reaching for him from all
directions. Unslinging his rifle
he fired into them. The bullets
tore into the rubbery branches but seemed to have little effect on
them. A tendril whipped about
his wrist, yanking him toward one of the
trees. He screamed in fear, but
it made no difference. Other
tendrils shot out and sized his legs, arms and
torso. Shouting in rage and terror
Featherstone was dragged toward the trunk of one of the predatory
trees. Within seconds he was
clasped to the trunk, the tentacles binding him close to
it. For a few minutes he struggled
madly and then gave up. He was
caught.
Featherstone forced himself to
relax. There must be a way out
of this. How could he be captured
by a tree? Then there was another
question. Why would a tree want
to capture him? He gasped in
pain. Hundreds of tiny barbs
had suddenly grown out of the tentacles that held
him. In seconds they had pierced
his skin in innumerable places. He
felt like he was being burned by acid.
He realized in horror that the barbs were more than they
seemed. They were injecting him
with some incredibly painful chemical.
A frightening image flashed through his
mind. The barbs were there not
to hold him, but to digest him. He
had been captured by an enormous predatory
plant. As his entire body exploded
into pain he shrieked in terror as his clothing and skin began to
dissolve.
Larra and Melissa looked open-mouthed at the spectacle
before them. Behind them Ayashe,
Lemaire, and Sawatis stared awestruck.
Ive seen a lot of things, said
Larra. She had to shout to be
heard. But never anything
like this.
The five explorers stood dumfounded by the incredible
panorama in front of them. The
roof of the pale sky had split open and from it tumbled a massive column
of water at least a mile wide. It
thundered into a vast ocean that spread out to the distant
horizon. The noise of the immense
cataract was deafening and the cloud of spray raised when it struck the ocean
rose like a vast fogbank that obscured much of the incredible
scene.
Where does it come from? yelled Melissa,
straining her voice to be heard.
Larra placed her mouth close to the girls
ear. I dont know,
she replied, but my guess is that it is connected to the
ocean. Cant you smell the
salt tang?
Melissa
nodded. She could
indeed. She looked around for
the cave that they were supposed to find.
It should be somewhere close by.
Larra seemed to guess what she was looking for and signaled to the
other three. They nodded in
understanding. Everyone was aware
of their goal. Splendid as was
the sight in front of them, they did have a mission to complete, and they
had already been gazing at the immense waterfall for over an
hour.
They spread out, but kept one another in
sight. Larra was worried about
Featherstone. There had been
no sign of the aristocratic but brutal
spy. She had met few men in her
life who had bested her, but he seemed to have made a habit out of
it. Melissa had taken two weeks
to recover from the injuries he had inflicted upon
her. Larra had taken almost as
long. The spear wound in her
side had been deep. But as usual,
their injuries had healed quickly and without any trace of
scarring. Larra now knew
the reason for their amazing rate of recovery, but that did not make it any
less fantastic.
Sawatis was signaling and pointing to a solid
rock wall. Larra and the others
hurried toward him. As they neared
him they saw what he was pointing toward.
There was a small break in the
rock. A cave, and just where
They had found
It had been a strange
meeting. Larra no longer had
the map given to her by the embassy, but having studied it at length, she
had memorized every detail. She
had no trouble following the route
described. She had expected that
Featherstone would be there ahead of her, but there had been no sign of
him. His absence was a mystery,
but one that Larra did not want to waste her time
solving.
During their trek through the nightless forests
of Pelucidor, all of the adventurers had shed most of their
clothing. The unrelenting heat
convinced them that fewer clothes were better than
more. Ayashe had been the hardest
to convince to disrobe. The girl
was quite modest, and perhaps felt a little inferior in that her endowments
could not compare to those of Larra or
Melissa. As a result, although
she had cut off her pant legs above the knee, she had not modified her
shirt. She preferred to sweat
rather than reveal too much of her torso.
She has nothing to be ashamed of,
Larra thought. The girl had a
gorgeous body. The fact that
she was not yet fully developed could not hide her womanly
figure. In a few years she would
be stunningly beautiful. However,
it was her choice. If she was
more comfortable fully covered then that was up to her.
As for Larra and Melissa, they had cut away more
than just the legs of their trousers.
They had torn the arms off their shirts, and sheared off the bottom
four inches. Then they had tied
what remained of their shirts in a knot just below their
breasts. Their modified garments
had attracted considerable attention from Lemaire and Sawatis, although the
two men tried to pretend they noticed nothing
unusual.
The two men had cut down their trousers as well,
and in addition had completely removed their
shirts. Their powerful arms and
well developed chests had been the object of more than one surreptitious
stare from the three women. But
the long daily marches had kept them too tired for either the women or the
men to think of much else other than sleep when they stopped to
rest.
The day thing was still a problem
for all of them. They had no
idea how the Suruani and Lelawabi had been able to determine what a day
was. Larra theorized that the
inhabitants of Pelucidar were attuned somehow to the rotation of the earth,
but she had never been able to figure it
out. As a result they ignored
the concept of day and night and simply walked until they felt too exhausted
to go any farther. Then they
set up camp, prepared a meal, and slept.
When they awoke they repeated the routine, and so it went day after
day.
It had almost been a surprise when they came upon
the landmark that Larra had memorized.
It was an enormous rock formation standing like a sentinel in the
middle of the forest. It must
have towered over five hundred feet.
But even more important was the well defined path that led around
it. Larra sensed she was close
to her goal. Quickening their
pace, the little party moved rapidly down the
trail. Ten minutes later they
saw their first New Britons.
They were a fine looking people and their resemblance
to the Suruani and Lelawabi was obvious.
But there was something a quite different about
them. Their skin seemed a little
lighter, and they were a bit taller than the people Larra and her friends
had already encountered. But
even more remarkable was the fact that both men and women were dressed in
toga-like robes that concealed most of their
bodies. Strangely, they seemed
quite unsurprised when Larras expedition walked cautiously into their
camp. This had to be the
place. However, it wouldnt
do to simply walk carelessly into a trap.
The members of her expedition readied their
weapons.
A tall man dressed in a dark blue toga approached
them and addressed them in perfect
English. Good day,
he said, and welcome.
He looked at their firearms.
I dont think you will be needing
those. The Master has been expecting
you.
Larra and her companions were almost too stunned
to reply. Larra had managed to
stammer out a return greeting and then a
question. Who are you,
and how do you come to speak
English? The man
smiled. All will be explained
by the Master. He has ordered
that you be brought to him directly.
But how does he know we are here?
asked Melissa.
This time the man
answered. You were seen
coming hours ago. Please,
come. The Master
awaits.
The village they walked though was built in the
Suruani style and was well populated.
Larra estimated that there were at least a thousand people in the
village. As they walked past
the assembled villagers they were watched with considerable interest, but
Larra noted, not the slightest sign of fear or hostility.
Ahead of them was a magnificent building, built
in a style that was quite different from the rest of the
village. Larra raised one elegant
eyebrow as she approached it.
It looks like an English country estate, said Melissa
who was walking in step with her.
Indeed it does, agreed
Larra. This was very
strange. How could the people
of Pelucidor know what an English country house looked
like? She got her answer a moment
later. Advancing down the steps
toward her was about as unusual sight as she had ever seen.
In the tropical world of Pelucidor, hundreds of
feet below the surface of the earth and about as far away from
Overcoming her amazement, Larra managed a
reply.
Sir John kissed the hands of Melissa and Ayashe
as well, and shook those of Sawatis and
Lemaire. I see, that you
speak like a lady, he said, referring to Larras cultured accent,
even if you are not dressed like one.
I am afraid my trousseau and that of my
friends has suffered greatly while getting here, said
Larra. It has been quite a long
journey.
Sir John
nodded. Is the good queen
still on the throne? I hear so
little of the surface world.
I am sorry to report that she passed away
some forty years ago, but her great grandson
rules.
I am sorry to hear that, said Sir
John, but it is good to know that the royal family is still
respected.
Larra nodded.
They continued to exchange pleasantries while Sir John led them into
the house. Inside, Larra found
that it was refreshingly cool. The
walls of the house were constructed of solid stone and helped to dissipate
the heat. As their conversation
continued Larra was able to learn who Sir John was and what he was doing
in Pelucidor.
Sir John seated all of them at a large stone table
and ordered a scarlet robed young woman to bring
refreshments. These turned out
to be various forms of tropical juices.
The adventurers sat and drank the refreshing drinks while Sir John
began his story.
It was an amazing
tale. And it started with the
ill fated Franklin Expedition to arctic
Injured during his descent in to Pelucidor, and
unable to return to the surface, Sir John had made the best of his accidental
discovery. He had established
his own little bit of
More important than his history, however, was
the reason he had contrived to get the message to the
surface. Unlike the original
inhabitants of Pelucidor, the several Sir Johns that had ruled the New Britons
were curious about their world.
Passing on as much of their English education as possible to their
descendants, each ruler had investigated the underground world to the best
of his ability. What they had
found they believed was both interesting and worth passing on to the world
of the surface. A world they
now knew only through the stories of their fathers and
grandfathers.
My father received word of the great war
between
Larra opened her mouth to reply and then
stopped. She had been about to
point out that the German Empire no longer existed, and then realized that
it did not matter.
As you may have already discovered this
world is lit by the layer of phosphorescent fungus that grow on the rock
surfaces that make up its boundaries and the
sky. It does this by digesting
a mineral that is found in great quantity throughout the
rock. I do not know what the
mineral is called. It looks like
ordinary rock, but if it is held too long in the hand it has the ability
to cause burns and sickness.
Larra and Melissa
nodded. Both women knew enough
science to recognize a description of the radioactive ore containing
uranium. What Sir John was telling
them was that the strange white fungus somehow had the ability to convert
the radioactive rock to light and heat.
But there is more, said Sir John,
noting their rapt attention to his words.
The light given off by the fungus possesses some special
qualities. Have you noticed since
you entered my world that minor injuries such as cuts heal more
quickly?
This time all of the members of the expedition
nodded. They had noticed, especially
Larra and Melissa. They had received
injuries from their ordeals that should have taken weeks to
heal. Larra had used up all of
her healing water in the first few days in Pelucidar, but the Suruani healers
had worked miracles with what she thought were just simple herbs and
potions. The primitive medicines
had probably helped, but she had been puzzled as to why they were so
effective. Now she had an
answer.
I do not know what gives the fungus its
powerful qualities, but I believe that it is something that should be turned
over to my country, continued Sir
John. Given enough time
perhaps the scientists of your world can unlock its
secrets. I will give you all
that I and my ancestors have written on
it. I hope it will be of
use.
That meeting with Sir John had occurred two weeks
ago. Larra would have liked to
stay longer and learn more about Pelucidar, but she knew her mission was
more important. She had been
directed to the fastest way out of Pelucidar and it had brought her to the
immense waterfall and the cave entrance that would take them to the
surface. Sir John had equipped
them properly to complete the journey, including proper winter clothing which
they would need as they neared the
surface. The clothing was clearly
Inuit in origin and was evidence that the New Britons visited the surface
on a regular basis, but not perhaps not often enough
to keep up with the history of the surface
world.
The expedition entered the cave that Sawatis had
found. It was not dark inside,
as it was lined with the luminous fungus that brought light everywhere else
in Pelucidar. Larra knew that
the fungus would die out gradually as they proceeded deeper into the cave
and moved closer to the surface.
But this seemed to have been provided
for. There were a number of torches
stacked just inside the cave entrance.
They would carry them with them until they were
needed.
Larra motioned that the party should move a little
farther into the cave. They walked
for about five minutes, until the rock of the cave screened out the incredible
thunder of the giant waterfall.
Well rest here, Larra
said. Tomorrow we start our journey
to the surface.
It took them three days to get out of the
cave. And when they did they
found themselves in an arctic wilderness a few hundred feet from a small
Inuit settlement. Like the first
cave they had discovered, the entrance to this one was also concealed by
rock. It could not be discovered
unless someone stumbled across it by
accident. Although they were
careful during the long journey through the tunnel they need not have
worried. They never did find
Featherstone. Larra hated to
think that he might still be in Pelucidar causing trouble, but at least he
had not interfered with the last part of their
journey.
Larra smiled and snuggled closer to
Lemaire. The Inuit had been very
generous. They had constructed
three igloos for their unexpected guests.
Ayashe took one; Lemaire and Sawatis another; and Larra and Melissa
the last. But somehow, they had
ended up with different partners.
In the igloo next to hers Larra could hear muffled sounds as Sawatis
and Melissa went at it. They
had been quite noisy for the best part of two
hours. She thought of reminding
them that they had an early start tomorrow, but thought better of
it. After what Melissa had been
through she deserved a little bit of
tenderness. She felt Lemaires
hand close on her breast.
Are you still awake? she
whispered.
Awake and standing to attention, if you
know what I mean, Lemaire whispered
back.
Larra did know. She rolled over on her back. He hand closed on something long and hard. Lemaire gave a groan. Time to put this to work again, she said. A few seconds later her moans mixed with that of her lover. Maybe the Inuit would let them sleep in.
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