The Metal Monster Part 32

With prodigious speed, as compact as water, CONCENTRATE, it struck--straight out toward the face of the sun.

It thrust up with the speed of light--the speed of light? A thought came to me; incredible I believed it even as I reacted to it. My pulse is uniformly seventy to the minute. I sought my wrist, found the artery, made allowance for its possible acceleration, began to count.

"What's the matter?" asked Drake.

"Take my gla.s.ses," I muttered, trying to keep up, while speaking, my tally. "Matches in my pocket. Smoke the lenses. I want to look at sun."

With a look of stupefied amazement which, at another time I would have found laughable, he obeyed.

"Hold them to my eyes," I ordered.

Three minutes had gone by.

There it was--that for which I sought. Clear through the darkened lenses I could see the sun spot, high up on the northern-most limb of the sun. An unimaginable cyclone of incandescent gases; an unthinkably huge dynamo pouring its floods of electro-magnetism upon all the circling planets; that solar crater which we now know was, when at its maximum, all of one hundred and fifty thousand miles across; the great sun spot of the summer of 1919--the most enormous ever recorded by astronomical science.

Five minutes had gone by.

Common sense whispered to me. There was no use keeping my eyes fixed to the gla.s.ses. Even if that thought were true--even if that pillar of radiance were a MESSENGER, an earth-hurled bolt flying to the sun through atmosphere and outer s.p.a.ce with the speed of light, even if it were this stupendous creation of these Things, still between eight and nine minutes must elapse before it could reach the orb; and as many minutes must go by before the image of whatever its impact might produce upon the sun could pa.s.s back over the bridge of light spanning the ninety millions of miles between it and us.

And after all did not that hypothesis belong to the utterly impossible?

Even were it so--what was it that the Metal Monster expected to follow?

This radiant shaft, colossal as it was to us, was infinitesimal compared to the target at which it was aimed.

What possible effect could that spear have upon the solar forces?

And yet--and yet--a gnat's bite can drive an elephant mad. And Nature's balance is delicate; and what great happenings may follow the slightest disturbance of her infinitely sensitive, her complex, equilibrium? It might be--it might be--

Eight minutes had pa.s.sed.

"Take the gla.s.ses," I bade Drake. "Look up at the sun spot--the big one."

"I see it." He had obeyed me. "What of it?"

Nine minutes.

The shaft, if I were right, had by now touched the sun. What was to follow?

"I don't get you at all," said Drake, and lowered the gla.s.ses.

Ten minutes.

"What's happening? Look at the Cones! Look at the Emperor!" gasped Drake.

I peered down, then almost forgot to count.

The pyramidal flame that had been the mount of Cones was shrunken. The pillar of radiance had not lessened--but the mechanism that was its source had retreated whole yards within the field of its crystal base.

And the Metal Emperor! Dulled and faint were his fires, dimmed his splendors; and fainter still were the violet luminescences of the watching Stars, the s.h.i.+mmering livery of his court.

The Keeper of the Cones! Were not its outstretched planes hovering lower and lower over the gleaming tablet; its tentacles moving aimlessly, feebly--wearily?

I had a sense of force being withdrawn from all about me. It was as though all the City were being drained of life--as though vitality were being sucked from it to feed this pyramid of radiance; drained from it to forge the thrusting spear piercing sunward.

The Metal People seemed to hang limply, inert; the living girders seemed to sag; the living columns to bend; to droop and to sway.

Twelve minutes.

With a nerve-racking crash one of the laden beams fell; dragging down with it others; bending, shattering in its fall a thicket of the horned columns. Behind us the sparkling eyes of the wall were dimmed, vacant--dying. Something of that h.e.l.lish loneliness, that demoniac desire for immolation that had a.s.sailed us in the haunted hollow of the ruins began to creep over me.

The crowded crater was fainting. The life was going out of the City--its magnetic life, draining into the shaft of green fire.

Duller grew the Metal Emperor's glories.

Fourteen minutes.

"Goodwin," cried Drake, "the life's going out of these Things! Going out with that ray they're shooting."

Fifteen minutes.

I watched the tentacles of the Keeper grope over the tablet. Abruptly the flaming pyramid darkened--WENT OUT.

The radiant pillar hurtled upward like a thunder-bolt; vanished in s.p.a.ce.

Before us stood the mount of cones, shrunken to a sixth of its former size.

Sixteen minutes.

All about the crater-lip the ringed s.h.i.+elds tilted; thrust themselves on high, as though behind each was an eager lifting arm. Below them the hived cl.u.s.ters of disks changed from globules into wide coronets.

Seventeen minutes.

I dropped my wrist; seized the gla.s.ses from Drake; raised them to the sun. For a moment I saw nothing--then a tiny spot of white incandescence shone forth at the lower edge of the great spot. It grew into a point of radiance, dazzling even through the shadowed lenses.

I rubbed my eyes; looked again. It was still there, larger--blazing with an ever increasing and intolerable intensity.

I handed the gla.s.ses to Drake, silently.

"I see it!" he muttered. "I see it! And THAT did it--that! Goodwin!"

There was panic in his cry. "Goodwin! The spot! it's widening! It's widening!"

I s.n.a.t.c.hed the gla.s.ses from him. I caught again the dazzling flas.h.i.+ng.

But whether Drake HAD seen the spot widen, change--to this day I do not know.

To me it seemed unchanged--and yet--perhaps it was not. It may be that under that finger of force, that spear of light, that wound in the side of our sun HAD opened further--

That the sun had winced!

I do not to this day know. But whether it had or not--still shone the intolerably brilliant light. And miracle enough that was for me.